Yesterday Peach and I took the girls to the mall at Southpoint. It turned out to be a really successful trip!
I found a skirt at Anthropologie that we decided was perfect for church, which is ridiculous because I ony go to church twice a year; once at Christmas and at once in the Summer at the chapel in Maine. I also got a great pair of red pants, ankle length, not too low at the waist, a little stretchy, ideal for the annual Fourth of July beach party.
Peach found the most amazing navy knit dress (navy is her color). The top was loose and blousy, but the waist was fitted and then flared into the perfect length swingy skirt. She said it was, “meant for her,” and felt “French.” It was bit sheer, so I told her she had to wear a slip of some sort. We joked that she could wear it on a date without a slip, which would ensure a return call from “Mr. Wonderful.” Dating is never easy, but when you are as fabulous and independent as my Peach, I think the old guys can’t handle the heat. Old guys are just like young guys; from Mars, only set more vehemently in their ways.
She also found a gorgeous khaki colored sweater coat that fell right to her knees with a detachable fur collar. The waist had a self tie that hit at the perfect place; not too low, not too high. Whenever we shop, I always, ask who made it and I guess I wasn’t really surprised that it was Michael Kors. It looked like him, but his stuff can be hit or miss. This time it was a hit.
We saved the children’s section at Nordstrom for last. Grace practically pulled my arm out of the socket to get there when we tried to divert our path, in an effort to meander through the bags and hats. I left Sophie with Peach and we rushed over.
Like their mother, my kids love clothes. They have a really clear sense about what appeals to them, which I love.
We almost got out of the store without buying anything when we came across the Hello Kitty rain jacket with ruffles across the back. The pink ones in their size were gone, so I had Grace try on the green. When we realized there was only one in a 5/6 Sophie began to melt down, so we coaxed her to the register where we convinced her that the nice lady would ask the mail man to send two; one for her and her sister. With twins you always have to buy two!
As I sat on a comfortable bench waiting for Peach to finish up buying a few presents for my nieces and nephew, I wondered if I was teaching my kids a bad lesson with yet another adventure in retail.
Nope, I decided. I’m not.
Retail therapy is not only about the act of the purchase. The entire shopping experience appeals to the senses; seeing, feeling, touching, hearing and a trip to the food court for smelling and tasting.
As long as you aren’t being irresponsible and spending what you don’t have, there is nothing wrong with a fun day of shopping with the gals. It’s a bonding experience over likes and dislikes; over sparkly high heels that you’d never wear and beaded bikini’s you wish you could.
Retail therapy is one thing, but hunting for the perfect wedge is another. If anyone comes across a two inch high Rachel Comey-like cloggish sort of shoe with a slightly pointed (just slightly), but definitely not rounded toe, would you let me know?
Hunting in retail is a total different animal.