My daughters went to a formal dance a few weeks ago
As it always is, two children from the same family are always always very different
First girl finds a very well priced fabulous dress that fits her perfectly (I mean perfectly) on the very first hanger
She runs to me and says ‘done. And I will wear the silver shoes I have at home that match it perfectly. You and I hate shopping right mom?! When can we get out of here?’
Second one looks at every single solitary hanger in Toronto.
I tried to enter into this experience with an open heart and an open wallet. I pretended it was fun to shop. I pretended I had wads of crisp ones. I was patient. Mainly. “you are sighing again, mom”
Finally, a dress was chosen. It was original and beautiful.
But wait, we need shoes.
Now we need to try on every single pair of size 10 (yes) shoes in Toronto.
I have no spare time so hanging at the mall gives me a rash. But I tried to be bigger than that.
Girls today wear high heels that re define the word “high”. And our highest heels are old lady shoes to them.
She holds up a pair she likes “Whaddya think”
I want badly to say “hooker“ but I say ‘very pretty’.
Then I say ‘pretty for a hooker’ really quietly.
“Can you walk in them, honey?” Does not seem to matter to her. I am weird that way- I like to be able to walk in my shoes.
At the end I survived dress shopping with teenage daughters and they did not choose the wickedly short, the boob and cleavage reveal or the unbearably tight like a sausage.
For that I think we all deserve a medal.