purple shoes

I took Maya shopping on Sunday.

She hates to shop. I hate to shop. So why go?

Because:

1. 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.)
2. Much of Maya’s every day wardrobe has seen better days.
3. I’m tired of Ali’s incessant comments about the holes in Maya’s clothes.
4. It was raining and I figured what better way to pass the afternoon?

Maya’s purple shoes are so bright that I’m sure they’re visible from outer space.

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.

In Bryant Park, a few days before my husband decided to escape to the UK, leaving me to deal with Maya’s wardrobe issues.

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 @%@^.