Queen of Shopping has abdicated

It has finally happened! I always knew it would happen some day, but maybe not just yet... Here it is:  I cannot keep up with my daughters at the shopping mall anymore. Two days in a row in stores and shops for tweenies and teenagers is apparently too much for me and on both days I was the one looking at the watch, rolling my eyes and asking to go home. I am no longer the uncrowned queen of shopping, I am a reluctant lady-in-waiting and that is really what I do, I wait. Outside the dressing room to give my daughters my opinion on the clothes they’re trying on, I am waiting in the store and sometimes outside the store when I am really demonstrating how uninteresting the shop is on a late Friday afternoon to middle-aged woman who only wants to go home, make dinner, have a glass of wine and almost fall asleep on the sofa, preferably in the arms of my husband but that doesn’t happen anymore. We are two adults in our 40’s of Scandinavian built and we both hold comfort before romance when it comes to sofa time. As a lady-in-waiting I do not only wait for my girls as in ”sticking around while the daughters are doing something” I also wait upon them as in ”serving them, assisting them and carry their bags”. I am not paying all the time, the girls have a weekly allowance and they have been very good at saving their money. Now the girls wanted to see if they could find something to spend their money on. Clearly I have not raised my daughters to become ”impulsive shoppers”. They really take their time, they are browsing, trying on, going back to the shops several times before deciding. I realize what my darling husband has had to put up with for one and a half decade now.

Just a regular Friday in a Melbournian suburb 

I was alone with the Daughters on Friday at the fashionable mall Chadstone, on Saturday the Husband joined us for the shopping spree at Southland, conveniently located only five minutes drive from our home. He has worked up quite a stamina after all these years with me and managed to keep up his good mood for the four hours we spent at the mall. I admit, I was tired after two but my attempt to get the Husband’s support and sympathy was in vain. I had to pull myself together and try my very best to keep up with my enthusiastic daughters. A total of seven hours of mall time this weekend did not leave the Daughters empty handed, youngest daughter bought a sleeveless jeans dress and a sweater with a peace sign and eldest daughter got herself a pair of black Dr Martens. I reckon they are pretty set now and we won’t be spending the weekend at the mall any time soon... 

From Ecco-sandals for babies to Dr Martens.... when did that happen?!