Mom treats me to shop.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Last Sunday, my Mom was in a spending mood so she was urging me to buy a colorful pair of bras, which I have been dying to have. She told me I could pick any one I like because it was her treat. So she told me to choose one while she tries one of her own. While she was inside the dressing room, I was busy looking for the perfect pair. Part of me didn't want to let my Mom buy me one because I didn't want to waste her money. I'm not exactly thrifty, but I am scrupulous when it comes to shelling out what's inside my wallet. But then again, I've never asked anything from my Mom. And even if I did, it was only for the things that I desperately need. But yes, I do love shopping and looking for gorgeous things to buy. When I see something that catches my attention, I tell her... not because I want her to BUY me one, but only because I LIKE it. LIKING something is different from BUYING something, if you catch my drift. I'm just the sort of person who likes a lot of things, but doesn't have the urge to buy them. If I were extremely affluent, then buying whatever I want probably wouldn't bring me guilt. But for now, maybe it's better if I just save my money then use it for something else next time.
So anyway, after Mom emerged from the dressing room, she came to me to ask which one I wanted. [In this part of my story, I finally relented to let her buy me a bra because I've never asked anything from her before. I might as well grab the opportunity. haha] I chose an aqua-colored one with flowery outlines on the sides (it's hard to describe it!). When I went inside the dressing room to try it on, I suddenly realized something...I wasn't exactly well-endowed in that area. So (!!!) even if it was my size, it wouldn't fit me perfectly because the space that needed to be filled in wasn't entirely filled, you know what I mean? My Mom, however, was determined to buy me one and we even had to seek assistance from the saleslady. The lady told us that the type of bra for me would have to be the maximizer. But there weren't many designs to choose from...and I didn't want my breasts to appear bigger. So in the end I told my Mom that maybe it's not my day to buy a pair of bra. The bra will have to wait. We bought her lingerie and proceeded to the other sections of the mall to shop for something else.
{/11/02/2006 10:46:00 AM}
Waiting for you is like waiting for the rain in this drought- useless and disappointing.
