Without kids
by Cheryl, posted on February 13th, 2011 in Just me
When I take my kids with me to Nordstrom Rack, it’s with a specific destination in mind: directly to the children’s shoes and out. Nothing more.
There is no time to paw through the racks for hidden treasure. No time to let my imagination take me to a night out where I would need that gorgeous sheer black top with the sequins. No chance to ponder whether a strapless bra would show under the hot red tank or if my butt could actually fit into those designer jeans that are crazy on sale – and of course there’s absolutely no way I’m trying anything on.
But when I’m childless? When I have two hours of endless possibility?
I linger.
I do. I look carefully, running cool silk through my fingers, touching impossibly soft cotton, picturing myself in each outfit. And nobody whines about being hungry.
I slip on a ridiculous pair of strappy stiletto sandals. And nobody asks to go to the bathroom.
I get a cart. And nobody has to be wrestled into the front.
I try on four pairs of jeans and examine my reflection in the mirror from every possible angle. And nobody crawls around on the floor and under other people’s dressing stalls.
And then, sadly, it’s time to go.
I look at my loot piled into the cart: three pairs of shoes, a pair of shorts, a tee shirt and a pair of jeans.
The three-figured number on the cash register screen is a bit startling.
But because I’m a mom, because even when my kids aren’t with me, they’re still with me, you probably won’t be surprised to learn only the jeans were for me.
Those jeans, though? They’re cute. Super cute. Cuffed capri Joe’s Jeans in a dark wash.
They’ll look great: when I’m walking my kids to school, going to the park with X, loading the dishwasher.
And maybe, just maybe, at a cool beachside bar on an evening out.
Without kids, of course.
Tags: I could've stayed for another hour, Joe's jeans, my kids made out better than I did, Nordstrom Rack, the things we find without kids







Cheryl Reply:
February 14th, 2011 at 1:59 am
No wonder I liked them. I need something to contain all that junk, all that junk inside my trunk!
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