Role reversals are always amusing.
Accordingly, it was hilarious to go shopping with the Roo-girl this past weekend.
Because we were not shopping for her (SHOCK!!!), but for me.
After 29 years of wearing jeans and t-shirts and flipflops, I was in need of "business casual" -- something I am sadly lacking in my closet.
Because, really, I'm a little backwards when it comes to dressing up.
I was the bane of my mother's existence. The most put-together woman ever gave birth to a tomboy who grew up to prefer function over form.
I guess the karma wheel had to swing hard in the other direction when that same tomboy gave birth to the original girlie-girl.
Funny how these things work out, huh?
Anyway, a-shopping we did go -- twice. Once just the two of us (well, Wonderhubby was there too, but he was merely an observer) and then with my friend J and her daughter A, our intrepid shopping partners in crime.
And a complete role reversal it was too.
Because I kinda stood back and let them buzz around the stores and dress me.
Hilarious, really, to watch my daughter plow through racks and pull out possibilities.
Pathetic (and highly reminiscent of my childhood) to have my girlfriend bring pants and tops back to the dressing room while I tried on outfit after outfit.
When all was said and done, I came home with several pairs of pants, some sweaters, a blouse or two and a really nice blue tweed jacket. (The jacket did NOT pass the 14-year-old acceptability test, but J and I liked it and overruled their veto.)
Did I spend too much money? Yep.
Did I have a good time? Sure.
Was it worth it to walk into my daughter's room on Monday morning in my black slacks, white blouse, tweed jacket and heels and have her pronounce me "very professional"?