Thursday, December 9, 2010
Red, Red, or Red
A friend of mine on the bus, a seriously pretty mom/nurse/runner/commuter, said that she hates shopping. So I volunteered to do it. She said that she had the list, but that she hated fighting the crowds at the malls, seeing the $$s add up, and she especially hates the buyers remorse that kicks in during this time of year.
None of that impacts me. If I'm within my budget I don't feel guilty. If I bought it, I like it. I like the idiots at the mall, the poser teenage boys hitting on the over-sexed teenage girls, the cheesy Christmas music, the bad decorations, I really like it all.
During a shopping trip in college with a tragically platonic friend, she asked me if I was gay because I liked clothes and knew fashion. I responded that I definitely was not gay, that I loved women, and more, I love women in beautiful clothes.
If I had even a hint of talent at designing them myself, I wouldn't be stuck behind this auditor's desk writing posts about other people who design clothes.
I'm not sure which one I like best. These were on display the other day at Bebe's when I was walking around at lunch. I'm not sure how much they cost, but I bought a cute halter-top for a friend there last month and it was $40. So, I'm sure the dresses would be a bit pricey.
So what is this post about? Not much, except that when I saw these dresses and talked to my friend, it just made me think how much fun it is to spend other people's money.
Maybe I should go in to politics.