SHOPPING WITH BAILEY

Last week we had a nice three day visit with Bailey before putting her on the plane to Phoenix when it was still dark outside. Just kidding --- but it was very early in the morning on Sunday when she departed.

One of the days was spent shopping at the Green Hills Mall. We began our little journey around the mall by eating at the Cheesecake Factory. It was delicious, but soooo much food!! Three people could have shared my meal. There was no way I could have eaten even a bite of cheesecake for dessert. I told Bailey that the only way I could eat cheesecake at the factory is to order that and nothing else.

After lunch we started on our rounds. Let me say right now that Bailey is a super shopper!!! I used to be, but like most things physical in my life, that has gone by the wayside. We went from store to store comparing prices on makeup and other items and then went back to the original store and bought what we saw at first.

She wanted to go into Victoria Secret and since I was afraid someone I knew would see me go in, I went to the shop next door. But I finished my purchases and after making sure I didn’t see anyone I knew, I scooted in the door. All around me were little bits of lace and nylon that I assumed women wore, but I tried not to look at as I frantically looked for Bailey. I soon saw her in the sweat pants department and was very relieved to see they had such mundane things.

When she went back to try on several items of clothing, I went also to wait outside in the hall of the fitting rooms. Some nice salesgirl, who looked twelve years old and wore a size 0, took pity on me and brought me a stool from one of the rooms to sit on while I watched Bailey’s fashion show. She finally made her choices (I was encouraging her to try on as many as she could, so I could continue to sit) and we left to continue on our journey.

We wrapped it up after what seemed like five more hours, but was probably about 30 minutes, and I was fading fast. I was becoming very aware of the generation gap between us as she cheerfully walked beside me through the mall to the car.

Then the gap was emphasized even more when she pointed out a lady attired in leggings and a cute short skirt. She said, “Why do older women dress like that, trying to look young?” I looked and it was a lady from my bridge club.

I thought she looked cute, but I quickly came home and assessed the clothes in my closet to make sure they were age appropriate.