I bought my first pair of Converse sneakers today! Yes, yay! Remember how excited I was at the thought of owning a purple pair? Well, turns out, you don't really get the purple ones in India. But I got a nice olive green pair which is apparently called military green now. Eh. They kind of look like this. A shade darker, I think, white laces instead of military green and not so canvas-y and fluffy looking.
I also bought a couple of other things. Two pairs of plaid shorts to laze around the house, two pairs of jeans with which I'm in love, denim capris and brown shorts. I dragged my mom to so many places and she came without a fuss, for which I am eternally grateful. My mom's a smart one, she is. Usually when we're out shopping, I have to spend about 10 minutes convincing her how every little thing I have my eye on is a good investment. If I thought a particular nightwear item was adorable, her reaction would be "Why do you want to actually spend money on something you're never going to wear in public? Wear those (ratty old) clothes that you already have (which were new when I was 10)." Today, however we had decided a firm budget for me and not a rupee more. So when I spotted those cute little plaid shorts, this is how the conversation went:
Me: Ooh! Mom look! Those are soo cute! I want this one. Can I buy it? Please? Pretty please?
Mom: What is that for? [tone getting high pitched] Are you going to wear that outside? Look at how short it is!
Me: Mom, relax. It's for wearing at home. Can I buy a pair?
Mom: Oh. Yeah sure.
Me: [confused about which colour to pick] Which ones? Both are equally cute.
Mom: . . . .
Me: [all hesitant] Um... can I... uh... buyboththesepairs?
Mom: Sure.
Me: Really?! Thank you thank you thank you! Hey, wait a minute. You're only agreeing 'cause the money's coming out of my budget, right?
Mom: [grinning] Yup.
Anyway, by the time I got home, I had so many parcels in my hand (Mom insists on asking that each item be given in a separate bag. She really likes those bags. And free stuff). But I also like carrying all those bags 'cause it makes me feel like I've shopped a lot. Yes, I'm only slightly insane.
And even though I was so tired that I could have fallen asleep climbing up the stairs, and my feet were so sore that I was constantly hallucinating about a hot water foot bath, I was completely happy. Did I not tell you retail therapy works wonders?
P.S. New Converse! Yay-ness!
I also bought a couple of other things. Two pairs of plaid shorts to laze around the house, two pairs of jeans with which I'm in love, denim capris and brown shorts. I dragged my mom to so many places and she came without a fuss, for which I am eternally grateful. My mom's a smart one, she is. Usually when we're out shopping, I have to spend about 10 minutes convincing her how every little thing I have my eye on is a good investment. If I thought a particular nightwear item was adorable, her reaction would be "Why do you want to actually spend money on something you're never going to wear in public? Wear those (ratty old) clothes that you already have (which were new when I was 10)." Today, however we had decided a firm budget for me and not a rupee more. So when I spotted those cute little plaid shorts, this is how the conversation went:
Me: Ooh! Mom look! Those are soo cute! I want this one. Can I buy it? Please? Pretty please?
Mom: What is that for? [tone getting high pitched] Are you going to wear that outside? Look at how short it is!
Me: Mom, relax. It's for wearing at home. Can I buy a pair?
Mom: Oh. Yeah sure.
Me: [confused about which colour to pick] Which ones? Both are equally cute.
Mom: . . . .
Me: [all hesitant] Um... can I... uh... buyboththesepairs?
Mom: Sure.
Me: Really?! Thank you thank you thank you! Hey, wait a minute. You're only agreeing 'cause the money's coming out of my budget, right?
Mom: [grinning] Yup.
Anyway, by the time I got home, I had so many parcels in my hand (Mom insists on asking that each item be given in a separate bag. She really likes those bags. And free stuff). But I also like carrying all those bags 'cause it makes me feel like I've shopped a lot. Yes, I'm only slightly insane.
And even though I was so tired that I could have fallen asleep climbing up the stairs, and my feet were so sore that I was constantly hallucinating about a hot water foot bath, I was completely happy. Did I not tell you retail therapy works wonders?
P.S. New Converse! Yay-ness!
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ONE WORD COMMENT : CRAZY!
Ok well I'll say more because I opened a new page and I won't just stop after one word,right?
I actually am with your mom on this one,why do you need such fancy/flashy shorts to wear at home when no one is going to see you wear it publicly and admire/compliment you?!
Seriously you can never, ever go wrong with a bit of shopping to jazz up your life. I mean, what is life without shopping? Incredibly blah, that's what.
I also bought a couple of other things. Two pairs of plaid shorts to laze around the house, two pairs of jeans with which I'm in love, denim capris and brown shorts. I dragged my mom to so many places and she came without a fuss, for which I am eternally grateful. My mom's a smart one, she is. Usually when we're out shopping, I have to spend about 10 minutes convincing her how every little thing I have my eye on is a good investment. If I thought a particular nightwear item was adorable, her reaction would be "Why do you want to actually spend money on something you're never going to wear in public? Wear those (ratty old) clothes that you already have (which were new when I was 10)." Today, however we had decided a firm budget for me and not a rupee more. So when I spotted those cute little plaid shorts, this is how the conversation went:
Me: Ooh! Mom look! Those are soo cute! I want this one. Can I buy it? Please? Pretty please?
Mom: What is that for? [tone getting high pitched] Are you going to wear that outside? Look at how short it is!
Me: Mom, relax. It's for wearing at home. Can I buy a pair?
Mom: Oh. Yeah sure.
Me: [confused about which colour to pick] Which ones? Both are equally cute.
Mom: . . . .
Me: [all hesitant] Um... can I... uh... buyboththesepairs?
Mom: Sure.
Me: Really?! Thank you thank you thank you! Hey, wait a minute. You're only agreeing 'cause the money's coming out of my budget, right?
Mom: [grinning] Yup.
Anyway, by the time I got home, I had so many parcels in my hand (Mom insists on asking that each item be given in a separate bag. She really likes those bags. And free stuff). But I also like carrying all those bags 'cause it makes me feel like I've shopped a lot. Yes, I'm only slightly insane.
And even though I was so tired that I could have fallen asleep climbing up the stairs, and my feet were so sore that I was constantly hallucinating about a hot water foot bath, I was completely happy. Did I not tell you retail therapy works wonders?
P.S. New Converse! Yay-ness!
'Cause they're all plaid and cute. Duh.
Seriously you can never, ever go wrong with a bit of shopping to jazz up your life. I mean, what is life without shopping? Incredibly blah, that's what.
I also bought a couple of other things. Two pairs of plaid shorts to laze around the house, two pairs of jeans with which I'm in love, denim capris and brown shorts. I dragged my mom to so many places and she came without a fuss, for which I am eternally grateful. My mom's a smart one, she is. Usually when we're out shopping, I have to spend about 10 minutes convincing her how every little thing I have my eye on is a good investment. If I thought a particular nightwear item was adorable, her reaction would be "Why do you want to actually spend money on something you're never going to wear in public? Wear those (ratty old) clothes that you already have (which were new when I was 10)." Today, however we had decided a firm budget for me and not a rupee more. So when I spotted those cute little plaid shorts, this is how the conversation went:
Me: Ooh! Mom look! Those are soo cute! I want this one. Can I buy it? Please? Pretty please?
Mom: What is that for? [tone getting high pitched] Are you going to wear that outside? Look at how short it is!
Me: Mom, relax. It's for wearing at home. Can I buy a pair?
Mom: Oh. Yeah sure.
Me: [confused about which colour to pick] Which ones? Both are equally cute.
Mom: . . . .
Me: [all hesitant] Um... can I... uh... buyboththesepairs?
Mom: Sure.
Me: Really?! Thank you thank you thank you! Hey, wait a minute. You're only agreeing 'cause the money's coming out of my budget, right?
Mom: [grinning] Yup.
Anyway, by the time I got home, I had so many parcels in my hand (Mom insists on asking that each item be given in a separate bag. She really likes those bags. And free stuff). But I also like carrying all those bags 'cause it makes me feel like I've shopped a lot. Yes, I'm only slightly insane.
And even though I was so tired that I could have fallen asleep climbing up the stairs, and my feet were so sore that I was constantly hallucinating about a hot water foot bath, I was completely happy. Did I not tell you retail therapy works wonders?
P.S. New Converse! Yay-ness!
And I remember someone telling me what's the point of getting a tattoo on the arm where no one can see and you can't even show off? :p
Seriously you can never, ever go wrong with a bit of shopping to jazz up your life. I mean, what is life without shopping? Incredibly blah, that's what.
I also bought a couple of other things. Two pairs of plaid shorts to laze around the house, two pairs of jeans with which I'm in love, denim capris and brown shorts. I dragged my mom to so many places and she came without a fuss, for which I am eternally grateful. My mom's a smart one, she is. Usually when we're out shopping, I have to spend about 10 minutes convincing her how every little thing I have my eye on is a good investment. If I thought a particular nightwear item was adorable, her reaction would be "Why do you want to actually spend money on something you're never going to wear in public? Wear those (ratty old) clothes that you already have (which were new when I was 10)." Today, however we had decided a firm budget for me and not a rupee more. So when I spotted those cute little plaid shorts, this is how the conversation went:
Me: Ooh! Mom look! Those are soo cute! I want this one. Can I buy it? Please? Pretty please?
Mom: What is that for? [tone getting high pitched] Are you going to wear that outside? Look at how short it is!
Me: Mom, relax. It's for wearing at home. Can I buy a pair?
Mom: Oh. Yeah sure.
Me: [confused about which colour to pick] Which ones? Both are equally cute.
Mom: . . . .
Me: [all hesitant] Um... can I... uh... buyboththesepairs?
Mom: Sure.
Me: Really?! Thank you thank you thank you! Hey, wait a minute. You're only agreeing 'cause the money's coming out of my budget, right?
Mom: [grinning] Yup.
Anyway, by the time I got home, I had so many parcels in my hand (Mom insists on asking that each item be given in a separate bag. She really likes those bags. And free stuff). But I also like carrying all those bags 'cause it makes me feel like I've shopped a lot. Yes, I'm only slightly insane.
And even though I was so tired that I could have fallen asleep climbing up the stairs, and my feet were so sore that I was constantly hallucinating about a hot water foot bath, I was completely happy. Did I not tell you retail therapy works wonders?
P.S. New Converse! Yay-ness!
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