Since we have returned from China, I have yet to venture into a clothing store - no time, and its one of my least favorite things to do. But as cooler weather looms, I could avoid it no longer - a horrifying reality driven home when I looked in the mirror after church a few weeks ago and realized that I looked like I had waltzed right out of 1985.
SO, Lucy and I hopped in the car one sunny morning, and headed out for a day of fashion (those of you who know me know how ridiculous this whole "day of fashion" talk is) that did not involve Costco or Target. After perusing the racks and selecting a few gems, we head to the changing rooms, and I proceed to try on a very cute little dress (little being the operative word here). Looked great! Moving on to the next item....wait a minute, I can't get this thing OFF OF ME!
Every woman's worst nightmare. I could not get the dress off over my head. I was contorting myself impossibly, laughing hysterically, and sweating profusely., while silently cursing ever entering the swimming pool and honing the butterfly stroke.
Lucy is watching all of this go on for no less than 15 minutes..have I mentioned that she is an observant child?
Every once in a while, I would look over at her (through the armhole or open zipper area of the dress), and there she was, practically standing on her head, trying to get HER dress off in the same manner her mother was - something that apparently resembled one of the contortionists in the Shanhai Circus. Maybe a new career move for Mom.
Good times. At least Lucy was amused.
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