I took Maya shopping on Sunday.
She hates to shop. I hate to shop. So why go?
- Maya had a violin recital this week, for which she needed black shoes and a white shirt. (Even I, who couldn’t care less what Maya wears for the most part, was embarrassed that she sported her purple Nike’s at the last violin recital.)
- Much of Maya’s every day wardrobe has seen better days.
- I’m tired of Ali’s incessant comments about the holes in Maya’s clothes.
- It was raining and I figured what better way to pass the afternoon?
As we traipsed around the city looking for clothes a few things occurred to me:
Maya doesn’t like anything with flowers on it.
I don’t like anything that isn’t predominantly navy or black.
Maya doesn’t like anything I like.
I don’t like anything she likes.
Maya’s clothes are often the same price as my clothes.
We both need a personal shopper.
After many tense hours all we managed to agree on was a pair of black shoes and 3 cardigan sweaters. (Helpful for the upcoming summer months, I know).
Maya’s violin recital was yesterday. And while her new shoes looked fabulous, and she played really well, all I noticed was the glaring hole in the knee of her black pants.
S@#$. And @%@^.