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Material Girl
17/6/10 08:45Yesterday morning Avocado and I went off to buy last minute things for her camp duffles, which get sent off on Friday or Saturday. We're cheating making life easier this year by renting camping equipment and linens from the camp, so we don't have to ship that stuff (blankets! sleeping bag! mess kit!) but there was still a lot of stuff to buy. The kid is still growing, so not everything that went last year can go this year (reminder: check her hiking boots! Dammit). And then there's the style thing. We got a tongue in cheek suggestion from the camp director last year that maybe we might want to persuade her not to pack so much, but she counters that the girls who live nearer not only pack equivalent amounts, but bring things like cashmere sweaters (to camp? srsly?). I keep suggesting that she doesn't want to bring nice clothes to camp because they're only going to return in tatters, but my suggestions are not much heeded.
And she knows what she wants. And--here's the good part--while she faunches after designer clothes and brand names, she knows a bargain. After I refused to buy a pair of $36 shorts at one store ("No, I totally get that," she said) she led us to another store where she got four pairs of shorts for $10 each, and two pairs of jeans at $9.50, and was quite as happy. Her big splurge for the day: with her own money she bought a pair of Pink sweatpants (they're black. Is this confusing? Pink is a line from Victoria's Secret of which Avocado is much enamored). I don't have the lower back or the patience to do too much of this--I brought a book, found a bench, and was available for consultation and credit card where applicable, and retained a line-item veto--but it is fascinating to watch how her enthusiasms and practical side collide, regroup, and come to a compromise. We came home with many bags, and I will spend most of today writing the girl's name inside all those clothes--plus a dozen pairs of socks and underpants.
My glamor, let me show it to you.
And she knows what she wants. And--here's the good part--while she faunches after designer clothes and brand names, she knows a bargain. After I refused to buy a pair of $36 shorts at one store ("No, I totally get that," she said) she led us to another store where she got four pairs of shorts for $10 each, and two pairs of jeans at $9.50, and was quite as happy. Her big splurge for the day: with her own money she bought a pair of Pink sweatpants (they're black. Is this confusing? Pink is a line from Victoria's Secret of which Avocado is much enamored). I don't have the lower back or the patience to do too much of this--I brought a book, found a bench, and was available for consultation and credit card where applicable, and retained a line-item veto--but it is fascinating to watch how her enthusiasms and practical side collide, regroup, and come to a compromise. We came home with many bags, and I will spend most of today writing the girl's name inside all those clothes--plus a dozen pairs of socks and underpants.
My glamor, let me show it to you.