On my birthday, Curly, Ed, Tank, Mini and I hit the mall to return or exchange stuff on our way to Reg's 4:30 pm basketball game. Normally going to the mall with this group would make me a little nutty, because there would be so many different agendas and a wide spectrum of enthusiasm for shopping. Since it was my birthday, they all opted to be on my page.
It was their page too: some of them were hoping to get store credit for the polo shirts from Nana (my mom), or exchange jeans, etc. As I mentioned, my mom shops for 22 grandkids - remarkable. She doesn't always have a great handle on sizes - particularly for my boys. Add to that the fact that my boys aren't really in need of polo shirts, particularly those that are a size too small, and we had some work to do. My mom also shops VERY early and continues all year. Some stores won't allow a return if the item was bought in, say, June. It's all good, everyone got things they really did like/perfect fit from her and we will donate the shirts that no one will use. I might try to find a way to suggest to Nana that the Shenanigan men (including Coach) are not in need/favor of polo shirts (like, ever again). Something to ponder.
Back in the day when I cleaned out the boys' closets, I honestly felt like I could open a Ralph Lauren resale shop. Any color, any size - you name it, we had it.
Anyway, we divided and conquered and got stuff done. Fun fact about me: I LOVE GETTING STUFF DONE OFF OF MY LIST. You knew that though, right? Since there were piles everywhere in our house of stuff that needed to be handled, this was a decent way to spend my birthday.
The girls got Zara jeans for Christmas. Sort of. One of Mini's friends recommended these jeans, because they come in long lengths or full lengths. Zara might be a game changer for my tall girls. I had them pick out what they wanted on line *thus my SORT OF label above*. The jeans arrived before Christmas. They didn't fit. Crazy tight. We reordered and took back the original order on my birthday.
Curly still hasn't found a pair that fits her. Long story but a 0 was too small. A 2, also too small. Mini's size 4 were way too big on Curly. It's a riddle.
This store, like my house, was up for grabs when we attempted to solve the sizing riddle in person. There was no rhyme or reason to the stacks of clothes, probably because so much was being returned, plus the fitting rooms were closed. We're trying again with another online order for Curly. Updates will be shared as warranted. I'd never heard of this store. Am I alone?
We went to Vineyard Vines next while the boys were apparently dealing with a grouch at Macy's. She was ticked that they had polo shirts from June to return, but they had no idea when Nana bought them. Last Christmas Nana bought Mini a frilly Vineyard Vine sundress that was more suited for a little girl. Mini was blown away by how much she received on a gift card for the dress. My kids don't really like the clothes at Vineyard. Too preppy, I guess. So, I've been walking around with her gift card for a year. *I still owe you a post about how great Mini is, but ahem, there are issues. Let's just say a gift card in her possession would do a disappearing act, as in WAIT, WHERE DID I PUT THAT?*
I used the gift card to buy solid, long sleeve t-shirts for Mini for Christmas. I also bought Aunt Leprechaun's daughter, who like VV clothes, a birthday gift. I had no idea how much was on the card, so imagine my surprise when I paid with the gift card and all I owed was $3.47. I was like HEY, WELL DONE, ME.
Mini didn't like the shirts, even though the whale logo was subdued. The sleeves weren't long enough, etc. I may or may not be raising monkey-armed children. When we returned the shirts, the cashier should've given me the funds on a gift card. She asked for my credit card, probably because of my $3.47, and then put the whole amount back on my credit card. Bonus. Mini was relieved too since we can buy something at a favorite store now and not be obliged to forced to shop at VV.
Just before we entered the preppy store, Ed called me with an update. This is when I learned that the Macy's woman was a beast. Two of the four shirts couldn't be returned. Tank got a gift card for his shirts but couldn't decide what to buy with it.
My advice to Tank told to Ed: TELL HIM DON'T BUY ANYTHING - WAIT TILL HE NEEDS SOMETHING.
Elementary, right? Has he not met me? Was he raised by wolves? Or, I guess, wolves with big bank accounts?
Me to Ed: WALK TO THE CAR AFTER TANK LOOKS AROUND FOR A FEW MINUTES, AND BUYS NOTHING. DRIVE OVER TO WILDFIRE (my favorite restaurant) AND WAIT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS. WE WILL PROBABLY BE DONE BY THE TIME YOU GET THERE.
Have I mentioned to you that I'm always in awe of the many career paths out there that I never knew anything about? Well, I think I should've gone into logistics, because as we exited VV Ed called.
Ed: WE ARE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS OUTSIDE WILDFIRE.
Me: OK, WE ARE WALKING DOWN THOSE STEPS RIGHT NOW.
Yes, in case there was any doubt, I am THAT good.
It was like I had a getaway car ready, in the form of a minivan, in case shit got ugly at Vineyard Vines in case I was tempted to tell someone they didn't look good in stripes or something.
Next time we meet, I'll share another shopping story, Reg's game, and dinner out. I have an opinion, discussion starter, on purses coming up in the near future too. Get excited.
Is there a career that you knew nothing about in your youth that now appeals to you? Would you tell Nana, we're solid on our polo shirt pieces? Do you have your people pick out there gifts in advance? Or do you go full on surprise mode? Who wants to be responsible for reminding me that I owe you a Mini-issues post?