Monday, September 24, 2007

Jeans and the shopping gene

Oh, no, please tell us you weren't shopping with the Roo-girl again?

Yes, I admit it is true. But I had a good reason. Really!

You see, it's like this:

I have a problem with spending more than $30 on a pair of jeans.

Well, really, I have a problem spending more than $15 on a pair of jeans, but when you're talking about the Roo-girl, going to that famous French boutique Tar-Jay isn't always considered a socially acceptable option.

Anyway, as I was saying, I have a problem with expensive jeans. I think it's stupid with a capital STOO.

So the Roo-girl gets into a conversation with my mother. I should point out that my mother does not have the fabulous-grandma gene. She (and my father as well) has her favorites, and the Roo-girl hasn't been able to compete with her almost-6-year-old cousin ... let's call her The Cutest Baby EVER. So TCBE is always the one who makes the grandparental heart beat faster.

Personally, I think this favoritism thing is all total crap and not very nice, but no one apparently has asked me or cares what I think about it. (And how can you resist THAT FACE anyway?)

Back to the conversation between Roo-girl and grandma. "Yeah, most of my pants don't fit in the waist or they're too short," says the girl with the teen-age brain and the little-girl body. "And the jeans at Abercrombie Kids might fit, but they are too expensive anyway."

("Yes," interjects the mother with the beer budget to the child with the champagne taste, "we don't buy $50 jeans.")

Next thing you know, my mother has disappeared, returning a few minutes later to press a $100 bill into my daughter's hand. "Buy a pair of jeans," she says, "and with the rest, buy a top to go with it."


OK, so as much as I totally detest the abject grubbiness of this entire exchange, I also understand that my mother would have a fit to beat all if I interfered in this transaction.

Besides, I also know my daughter. She shops deals and clearance tables like a champ. The $50 jeans became $39.50; the sweater was $25 at Forever 21 (a story for another day); she now has money left over.

And that's how we ended up at the mall on Sunday.

See? Told you I had a good reason.


melodyann said...

Rooty Tooty Fresh and Fruity has the world's best mom, to go to the mall on Sunday.

Sundays are for BOOKS, SCRABBLE, and ICE CREAM.

And I HATE Abercrombie. I detest them. They also get a sizeable amount of my income, for fuck's sake.

Tink said...

I only buy jeans when they're on sale at JCPenny for $7-$15. But since our economy went to crud, JC's hasn't had many sales. So now I'm wearing jeans with huge holes in the butt. Hoop keeps pressing me to buy clothes that cover my "goods," but I'm stubborn like that. See? These skills stick with us long after we've moved away from our parents. Maybe my kids will be as stingy as me one day. *Sniff* I can only hope.

Simply Jenn said...

I really like when the in-laws take my kids shopping, which they do the majority of the time.

Plus my mother-in-law doesn't mind buying my daughter the expensive stuff. I am VERY lucky in that regard. I really hate shopping.

Swistle said...

She's a good shopper!

Jenni said...

Oh. My. Goodness! They *were* separated at birth!

Hey, I could tell my youngest was going to be this way, so I put special emphasis on teaching her that if you shop at garage sales and Goodwill *first*, you may get *more* clothes;o)

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