So, for those of you who know me, I’m not much of a girly-girl. Sure, I like to dress cutely and have a nice appearance, but my interests are far far FAR away from the “girly” zone (besides blogging, of course.).
For example, I love to shoot (both with bows and arrows and with guns), I have a knife fetish, I know Tae-kwon-do, I have a serious addiction to Call of Duty (I really should get some help for that, by the way.), I love classic Rock and listen to 100.7 (WRDU!), just to name a few. I think the only TRULY girly things that I do are a.) blogging (as previously stated), b.) baking (and come on, who doesn’t like chocolate goodies??), c.) art (which isn’t strictly girly, by the way), and 4.) (re)decorating my room. Multiple times.
Ask anyone who truly knows me. I’m just not the girly type.
But I do have a thing for shopping. You know that movie, Confessions of a Shopaholic? Well, it’s like that, only not so intense. I get this certain thrill while rifling through a rack of blouses, and I must admit that I feel extra pretty when I wear a new top. I’m a girl. I like shopping. Sue me.
But apparently, my parents (who haven’t been objecting to my fashion choices ALL YEAR, by the way) have decided that I am dressing “indecently”. I’m a bit at a loss. I mean, it’s not like I show EVERYTHING, or even a little bit. Sure, the shorts can be a bit short (hence the name “shorts”) or I wear the occasional tank tops, scandalously exposing my sexy shoulders (rawr). But come on, there are a TON of girls/”ladies”/women who dress much more indecently than me.
But, because my parents don’t want me to “tempt men to sin”, my mom took me clothes shopping today.
Suffice to say, it was a bit embarrassing at times. My mom is one of those women who love patterned skirts that ripple all the way down to the floor. I just don’t understand how to work with said skirts. What colors do you wear? Do you tuck the shirt in or let it out? Do you use a belt? Too much stress for these skirts!
And, every store we went to just HAPPENED to be completely stocked with said skirts. Thus, it was a bit of a nightmare that went something like this:
“Do you like this one?”
“Why not?!?!? You’d look ADORABLE in it!”
“I don’t like it.”
“But it’s cute!”
“I just don’t know what to wear with it…”
“I’ll show you 🙂 You could wear pink or green or…”
“I just don’t like it. I’d never wear it.”
*sigh* “Kristin, you are impossible.”
“I could say the same.”
“I swear, I’m going to stuff you in a Burka and lock you away in a closet until you’re 30!” (FYI, a Burka is the clothing that Muslim women wear that covers them from head to toe. Yea.)
*Lady walking around giggles a bit*
This happened EVERY SINGLE TIME.
Let’s just say that by the time we found something that we both agreed on, we were both quite exhausted. We actually found some pretty cute skirts, tops, and dresses that were “decent”. The best part? I didn’t pay for it!!
2 thoughts on “Yes, I shop with my Mom.”
Lol and I know the feeling too 🙂
Great blog and this made my day 😀