On Sunday after service, my daughter and her best friend came home, took off our church clothes and put on walking cute clothes and went to Stockton to explore boutique's. I love to go shopping in boutique's better known as Thrift Stores, Goodwill's or St. Vincent dePaul stores. I have a handful of friends and coworkers who will admit to spending countless hours touching stuff. Thank goodness my daughter has developed into a mini me because she loves it also. My sons could, quite naturall,y care less and would rather be at home "chilling", so I let them chill - everyone is happy.
Boutique-ing. To find something that is brand new or just about brand new for $1.99 is a super big high for me. I don't drink, I don't abuse drugs, I don't smoke - so this along with my gotta-have-a-Big Mac and Large fries-when-stressed is my drug of choice - touching old clothes. Both girls call me mom, so as we are going through the store I hear 'mom look at this', 'mom look at that', that is 'soooo cute' and 'can I have that?' As the inspector, I do the pretend like I'm listening, mommy skill and say unh huh at the right time. This continues until I realize that I need to have an answer and I snap out of it and say no dear you don't really need that broken toy that probably won't work even if it only costs $1.50, look for something else. The beauty about boutique-ing is that the girls realize I am correct and simply say okay and move on to something else that they gotta have. I curtail my own OMG moments by keeping the excitement in my head when I come across something that I gotta have. A dress, a skirt or a pair of brand new clean heeled shoes or boots - the squeal must be squelched. I talk to myself and inspect the garment with the eye of the person who decides on the cut and clarity rating of a diamond, if I see the slightest imperfection - I will not make the purchase. However when I see a pair of shoes, heel intact, no scuff marks, my size and real leather for $6.99 - I immediately put them in my shopping cart - squelching the squeal in my mind - VICTORY!
After going to about 6 stores my daughters were beat. They had had enough and announced that their legs were tired, they could not walk anymore. Silence. They decided to sit in the van and drink water and giggle and talk to teach other some more, while I made the last of 2 stops. Silence.
On the way home, I overheard my like-a-daughter say to my daughter that she was lucky because she had a cool mom. My daughter said I know when I look at my mom it is like looking in a mirror. My heart burned with that good feeling all day and now as I write the burning begins yet again. She is a mini me and I am in love.