My mother will be so proud.
You see....my mother and I went shopping last Saturday, the day after Black Friday (and it was dreamy, by the way. NO people, no lines, good deals)
I had a few things on my list. All three walking offspring needed boots (and riddle me this...how can Kohls always have great sales on boots/shoes but NEVER have my children's sizes. None of the three! Ever) and I thought I'd look around for a dress or shirt/skirt combo that Wendy can wear for her Christmas programs but is still practical enough to be worn the rest of the season.
Because I'm practical.
So we're shopping and I'm looking at the holiday dresses for girls and my eyes are rolling all over the place and my practical self is reeling. I was exclaiming to my mother that good golly molly - how can anyone pay this much for a one time wear dress, since these were so obviously Christmas. And can they lack any more warmth? I mean. Hello! We're in Michigan! And I'm going on and on and I'm trying to find the rack with the cute little black skirts and white tops.
And my mother pipes up like she does. She doesn't just come out any say, "Oh Sharyn, you're being ridiculous" Oh no. And I know very well that she thinks I'm just a little bit too practical for my own good. As in, no fun. Oh yes, I'm aware. She's clever, my mother.
As I'm shuffling thru the practical rounder, even going so far as to look at shirts just a little too big so my ever growing daughter can wear it all season or maybe even next year too, my mom begins her reminiscing.
She began with a sigh.
oooooh, I remember Christmas's when I was a little girl and my dear aunt Millie would take my sister Barb and I shopping for our Christmas dresses and we would shop and shop until we found just the right one. Sigh. (If you dare to glance her way during a sigh, she'll have embellished it with this content far off innocent (not) dreamy look) And I always remember how I felt like a little princess when I put that dress on, and how it swished, and it crunched and it twinkled. And on and on she went about her memories of dresses and then she ends the story with.....
But practical is good too.
And she looks at me and nods her head the way she does, pretending that despite her memories, practical is definitely the way to go. As if I don't realize that she's trying to hoodwink me.
She completely put a damper in my quest for practical. I pursed my lips, raised an eyebrow and tossed in the towel. And because I still managed to retain a little bit of resolve, I settled for letting Wendy saying aye or nay to my online choices rather than actually taking Her to the mall.
said squealed aye and she now owns this swishy number
And it's just practical enough that I think it can be worn for more than just Christmas, and it's just that little bit big enough that if the girl would just stop growing for a minute she might wear it next year too.
But she's wearing her regular clunky practical church shoes - I have to draw the line somewhere. And we're keeping the tags on just in case she's sick again this year (it seems to be an annual occurence)