Happiest Place on Earth

-

When I shop, the world gets better, 
and the world is better, but then it's not, 
and I need to do it again.
(Confessions of a Shopaholic-the movie)

~ Sophie Kinsella

---------------------------------------------

I love to shop.  I mean, I love to shop.  I'm not sure I remember a time when I didn't love shopping.  No matter what place, what time, or what item, I wish I could shop every day.  It's probably better that I don't have that type of freedom or my bank account would be non-existent.  

However, it's pretty tough to be the mom of two girls who don't so much like to shop.  I know, daughters of the year aren't that old yet, so you're probably thinking, give it time.  I would hope in time they would come out of it or I see lots of shopping by myself in my future.  

This weekend, dad of the year decided to take me to one of my most favorite places to shop - Coach!  No, I do not have a closet full of designer purses and I will have it be known right now, I've never bought a designer purse that has not been used by someone else, that is, until today!  I'm fairly sure this is the point at which any of my male readers bow out from boredom and my bestest girl friends gasp in horror.  

We entered the Coach store and immediately, it was like being with friends.  Leather, scarf prints, bucket, even my good friend hobo.  I had to marvel in it for a moment.  Dad of the year took to a bench and I asked daughter of the year #1 to shop with me.  If nothing, she's completely honest about what she likes and doesn't like, so I at least had that on my side.  

As we made it down just one side of the store, the whining began.  Seriously?  We hadn't even made it half way through the store and daughter of the year #1 was complaining about her very sudden foot ache that would prevent her from walking with me.  So, I started slinging purses over my shoulder to get her opinion.  This would have to be quick and I don't usually make these decisions quickly.  Oh the pressure!  

As I tossed a cute hobo over my shoulder the sales clerk was all too happy to tell me was an additional 50% off, daughter of the year #1 leaned in and asked in her most annoyed of voices very loudly, "Mom, what is this place?"  

Oh no she didn't.  Now, I may not have taught her how to effectively butter bread, or how to tie a scarf, or even which socks are best for which outfit, but she had to know where we were at!  I think I heard the woman beside me audibly gasp.  Yes, the one whose toddler was carrying a Coach wristlet.  So, as any mom of the year would, I responded with complete and total sarcasm, the type people who don't know me well don't quite get.  

"Why honey, we're in the happiest place on earth," I replied.  

That seemed to make the women around me laugh.  Daughter of the year #1 stomped off to find dad of the year's iPhone to play with as the sales girl leaned in.  She whispered close to me, "The happiest place on earth is actually Disney."  

Glad she cleared that up for me.  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Letters

-
Image
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.  ~ Kahlil Gibran ------------------------------------------ Well, here it comes folks. The blog that will either keep you reading or destroy whatever relationship we've been having.  Either way, what I write here is mine.  I made absolutely no claim at perfection, although you really should have known that already by the title of this blog.  While this was difficult to write and took quite a bit of reflection, again, it is truly my own.  After days of pondering and writing, daughter of the year #1 gave me a big sign tonight that I was finally ready to post this.  Dad of the year suffered a loss in his family recently and, in my mind, the worst kind.  The one that creeps up on you and surprises you with grief you didn't think you would have.  Or should I say, grief you didn't think you would need to work th...
Read more

The Devil's Instrument

-
Image
Music is what feelings sound like.  ~ Author Unknown ---------------------------- I knew this day would come.  In fact, I hoped it would.  But never, ever, did I think it would try my patience like it has. Growing up, music was like air to me.  I needed it daily and as my relationship with it grew, it became something very important to me. I nearly made it a career until I grew unsure how I would actually accomplish that.  My mom will tell you all about the scholarship I turned down as a result, just ask her. In the end, it was a love but, for me, it was never a career.   Daughter of the year #1 has been taking piano lessons for 3 years.  There were times it tested me but that mainly came from frustrated bangs on the keys and hearing Jolly Old Saint Nicholas clear into the month of March.  Who knew my ultimate test of patience would come with a 12 inch piece of plastic with holes.   Ah, the blessed rec...
Read more

Notebooks

-
Image
Drench yourself in words unspoken. Live your life with arms wide open.   Today is, where your book begins.   The rest is still unwritten.   -Natasha Bedingfield I've sat down to write so many times I've lost track.  I get started then stop.  Something was always missing. Wittiness. A lesson. Humor. An ending that made sense.  Something!  I would always leave that writing for another day.  Another day never came.  Time after time, I'd go back to it, then scrap it and start over.   Starting over.  What a funny notion.  An empty piece of paper, a blank slate, always clean and new.  Always. I mean, who would argue the best part of school starting was new notebooks.  No writing or markings, just waiting for fresh knowledge.  Ok, so I still love a new notebook.   Losing someone you care for always makes you reflect on things, on your own notebooks of time; your blank pie...
Read more