Shopping with Sister

E-mail this post

Remember me (?)

All personal information that you provide here will be governed by the Privacy Policy of More...

I love having sisters sometimes, they can vex and annoy you, but there is nothing in the world like shopping with like-minded sisters.

Yesterday, Laura and I set out on the venture of finding a warm, heavy piece of clothing to generally cloak me for the winter. We found it, yes. But had far more fun that the average person as we terrorized all the mall employee's.

We would gasp in horror at their hideous selection of boots, swoon in delight as we looked at men's clothing, (I) chortled in glee at the makeup and perfume counters (I am addicted to them, a hard core addiction, I tell you,), cover our eyes as we gazed at sweater coats and would also loudly covet anything we saw that we must have.

I also, managed to slide down the banister in a rather short skirt and embarass the hell out of Laura.

There is something severrely underrated in this society about shopping with likeminded people. Shopping in and of itself is not what is comforting, it is perusing the aisles of stores, having the freedom to choose as you please. To like and dislike what you see. And to have someone agree with you all the while. There is something innanely sweet about pointing out to another sister that she cannot wear slip dresses and you can.

And then, there is just something wonderful about having sisters

0 Responses to “Shopping with Sister”

Leave a Reply

      Convert to boldConvert to italicConvert to link


This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

the past


ATOM 0.3