Not gonna lie, I enjoy clothes shopping. Full price? What's that? Sale racks are my jam. I'm good at stalking them and uncovering great buys. Back in June
*(yep, drafted this awhile ago, and here it is. I just organized/cooked for 2 tailgates, 2 weekends back-to-back and hosted 4 of Tank's friends for a few days last week and drove home from ND this morning with Mini - exhausted doesn't cover it. I love this post and I hope you will too),
I challenged Curly to remove the clothes that no longer fit her. *I JUST REREAD THAT SENTENCE AND IT MADE ME LAUGH SO I AM LEAVING IT ALONE, but I feel an explanation is due:
REMOVE THE CLOTHES FROM HER CLOSET THAT NO LONGER FIT. I DIDN'T DEMAND THAT SHE STRIP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE KITCHEN.
I explained that we were about to go away with my family and I hoped she might wear something that wasn't related to working out for the special occasion portion of the weekend. Turns out she really didn't own much that fit her or that fell in the 'oh, that looks cute' family. How can this be?
Did I just hear an excuse to shop? The girls and I hit Von Maur, my favorite department store. Both girls tried things on. Mini enjoys shopping and she and I have had many good times, long chats while shopping at Von Maur. Curly would rather not shop. What will I do when Mini goes away to college? Clearly, I'll be dragging Curly to Von Maur in order to convert her into a seasoned shopper.
Both girls tried on a ton of things. There were so many cute tops, it was hard to choose. Mini didn't wear a normal bra. Maybe she wore a sports bra? So she opted to try on most things without a bra. It was, um, in a word, distracting. She was getting frustrated with me, because I was struggling to look past the 'incomplete' or ban-the-bra-60's look, if you will.
Rest assured, I took no photos, but the girls sensed my discomfort and began preying on me. Mini tossed the word NIPPLE out a few ba-zillion times and enjoyed watching me cringe. She then labelled NIPPLE as a trigger word for me, opting to say it repeatedly. Hey now, I nursed my babies, I can say nipple AND areola. SEE? Between bouts of verbalizing my apparent trigger word loudly, we were cackling. I was hoping no one was in the neighboring changing rooms.
Morale of the story: I think Curly now sees that shopping can be fun, if not scarring. The next day between Reg's basketball games, I ran over to return the things we'd decided weren't needed. I realized then that we'd completely missed the sale rack of shorts. Not to worry, I rectified that in a heartbeat.
*Basketball has been A LOT this summer as both youngest kids are playing travel ball, but the fact that their high school league games are far from home, but SO near Von Maur has been a comfort to me, maybe not my bank account though. I feel the universe was speaking to me by arranging the games so near my fav place to shop.
Mini and I enjoyed a more spacious try-on session with Curly in my master bedroom later that night. Mini and I, admonished the novice Curly on the regular with her claims of I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING THAT WILL MATCH THIS . . . experts chimed in with: YES YOU DO, THAT'LL MATCH WHITE, OR NAVY, OR TAN, REMEMBER ALL THE NEW TOPS WE JUST GOT YOU?
And, Curly: I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THESE, to which Mini and I were like, YEAH, BECAUSE THEY ARE SO INCREDIBLY CUTE - MAKES PERFECT SENSE . . . insert eye roll.
Just as when you give a mouse a cookie, the mouse will need milk, when you buy teen girls new tops, they will need new bralettes.
I ran into Marshalls solo a few days later and bought almost every bralette that they had in the girls' sizes, and a few for me. It was like Christmas morning. We had yet another try-on session in my master bedroom the day before we left for Wisconsin with my family (details on this weekend are coming, not to worry). Then I sent Mini to return the excess.
This topless changing session was a hoot. There were some almost-heated discussions about who would get to keep which one. I scored an amazing bralette from Gilly Hicks that has a lacey back and goes great with a dress I own. Mini is hoping that we sort of share it.
Translation, if I let it out of my sight, I will never see it again.
|Gilly Hicks bralette -|
this is the lacey back.
I mean, obviously NOT the front.
At one point, Mini sauntered down the hallway to the girls' room to grab a shirt to see if a specific bralette would work with it.
Me: MINI, ED IS WORKING ON HIS INTERNSHIP IN THE BASEMENT.
Mini: OH.MY.GOSH. I TOTALLY FORGOT. I THOUGHT WE WERE THE ONLY ONES HOME.
|I get no money for endorsing this bra,|
but if there is a cuter name for a bra,
I haven't heard it. Also, for those who
like underwire, or require it, the
bra-llelujah comes that way too.
Say the name with me, it's fun.
Our greatest discovery was the bra-llelujah by Spanx. Holy Toledo. So comfortable. I bought one in an XS on clearance for $8. Curly snagged it. I've been hounding that bra in other sizes ever since. Von Maur has it on sale for $38. Hmm. A far cry from $8. I will continue to stalk it to see if gets marked down further. Perhaps a certain someone needs to stop complaining about not having time to write and admit to the REAL problem afoot.
Oh, that reminds me of my favorite sale shoe purchase that I have yet to share. Stay tuned.
Are you a shopper or a dropper? Do you buy and try on at home, or risk embarrassing dressing room situations with teenagers/family members, or have you overheard weird neighboring dressing room conversations?