When I was a tween girl, I was forced to go shopping for clothes with my mom, which I hated. In my opinion, her taste in clothing left much to be desired. I much rather preferred to go shopping with my older sister Ann Marie, who was tuned into the fashions of the day. What I wanted and what I got, were often two different things.
Last Friday night the doll and I along with my sister Ann Marie went shopping. Our original goal was to purchase a shower present for my niece Kristin’s shower, the next day. I lured the doll along to “help” pick out the present by offering her something I thought she would never refuse… A girl’s night out. “Mom, going to the store sounds boring” she informed. “I’m not a great shopper either doll…” I began before she corrected me, “Um no mom, that’s not what I meant. I’m a great shopper. But buying dishes is boring.” “Oh I see…” I replied, stepping over her implications. “I’ll tell you what, you’ll get a free dinner out of the deal and if you’re lucky, maybe we can stop by “Justice” (code word for cheaply made, yet very fashionable clothing marketed for tween girls) and find you a new dress.” After mulling over a free dinner and the possibility of new clothes, she jumped at the chance to join us.
Dinner took longer than expected and by the time we reached the mall, we had five minutes to make our purchases before the stores closed. Needless to say the doll was not a happy camper. “That’s okay” Aunt Ann said, “We’ll head over to Kohl’s, they’re open until 10 pm”. Once there, the doll was dead set on getting a new dress-maybe two. Yet every dress I handed her to try on she hated. Every dress Aunt Ann tried, she loved. Something was beginning to feel familiar…yet in reverse! After we found two dresses that looked quite nice on her, she whispered to me, “Um mom, not that I need you to buy them for me, but can I have a kind of fashion show and try on more clothes?”
Who can resist a request like that?
I walked out of the dressing room and began grabbing a bunch of shirts. Meanwhile Aunt Ann handed me two additional shirts and a pair of shorts for her to try on. “Um Mom, which did you pick out?” she asked. “I, er…um Aunt Ann and I picked them both out” I said a bit perturbed. “I know, but which…?” she tried to ask again. “Doll, try on the clothes or don’t; I don’t care. Or better yet, we could call it a night and leave-your call.” I informed. “No that’s okay” she replied and closed the door to her dressing room. When she emerged she told me she liked two of the shirts and a pair of shorts-none of which I had picked out. “Mom, those shirts really aren’t me” she explained. “Whatever doll…”
Which just goes to prove…without Aunt Ann around….neither one of us would ever be wearing any clothes….we like.