|Petticoat Junction, anyone?|
This week my Kindergarten Girl, N-Belle had a couple of days off school so her teacher could help with the event formerly known as Kindergarten Round-Up. [I think they changed the name to avoid hot branding irons and fancy rope tricks.]
Anyway. In celebration of a free day, I promised her a girly shopping trip. There was no better time, I realized during Sunday Get-Ready-For-Church-No-You-Cannot-Wear-That-Hold-Still-While-I-Comb-Your-Hair-I-Told-You-What-Shoes-To-Wear-Well-I-Didn't-Wear-Them-Where-Did-You-Take-Them-Off-Did-You-Wash-Your-Face-No-Babies-Don't-Go-To-Church-Well-Of-Course-She-Does-Because-She's-Your-Sister-Not-A-Doll-I-Told-You-Not-That-Dress-Because-I'm-Your-Mother Morning that she has very few long enough or unstained enough garments left. The girl is leggier than a six year old should be and very - how shall I say this - Clumsy. She has older brothers too, so that means that she has to be just a bit of a tomboy sometimes.
|My daughter is the one in the tree. Her cousins stayed demurely on the ground. Maybe the tree climbing could explain the state of her wardrobe.|
If you've never experienced little girls trying on spring dresses in a fitting room your life is missing something. I'm sorry, but it just is. Each twirly skirt brought exclamations of sheer delight and an over-abundance of fond gazes into the over-abundance of mirrors (where did they learn the tuck-your-chin-lift-your-brows look?). Each and every item was a perfect fit even if it wasn't. Matchy-Matching with each other was an absolute must. Little GBaby contentedly sat amidst discarded ruffles and flounces and occasionally gave an imitating squeal while her sisters preened and changed. Eventually I had to take an armful of "don't quite fit" to the salesperson because if I left them in the little closet of a room with the girls they would have talked me into each and every item.
I loved the first store.
At the second store, the wandering 3 year old and her constant conversations with the headless mannequins began to wear my patience as thin as the Easter cardigans. Still, the trying-on-clothes antics made me smile.
By the time we reached the third store I skipped the fitting rooms and just stood my daughter by the racks of pastel garments and held one or two up against her. It was past lunch time and we were all hungry.
WBean wanted to eat in Target (say what?) but since it was N-Belle's day off she got to choose the restaurant. She picked "that Waffle place." You know, because I'd only made them pancakes from scratch for breakfast. Oh well. That Waffle place has pretty good coffee.
After our late lunch, we were nearly out of time. We hit up a discount grocery store (not nearly as much fun as our other stops) and headed home with our purchases. Woo-hoo. Three clothing stores in one day. Alone, that's not much of an accomplishment; accompanied by small children, it is satisfactory.
Here's the funny thing about our procurements: I knowingly bought a dress two sizes too small for my be-legged one, because
we she so desperately wanted to match her little sisters.
|Don't ask me about WBean's pose here... I'm just not sure about that girl sometimes.|
|She either didn't like looking like a jail bird standing in a line up, or the fact that her dress could do without the bottom two stripes. Something was upsetting poor little GBaby. She got over it.|