She's my Barbie Girl...
Yesterday Miss M and I took our first faltering steps on the Slippery Slope.
Together.
Holding hands.
*whispers* We shopped at Supre.
And now we're doomed. Or rather, she's doomed. Doomed to an adolescence wearing ugh boots and canary-yellow short shorts. With a hot pink headband.
ARGH!!!! It's my nightmares come to life!
It all started innocently enough - there was a rack of cheapy cheap t-shirts (Only $5!) in such bright and pretty colours - and there were some kids Miss M's age (or height anyways) perusing the rails. Hmm I thought - I didn't know Supre did kid sizes. Maybe we should check out these t-shirts...
It's all a ploy people! Next thing we knew we deep in the bowels of the shop, picking out sun dresses in size 3XS (SALE! Only $15!). She was in wonderland... jersey dresses and boob toobs and assorted crappy teenybopperwear.
And I facilitated this... I am so ashamed...
And as we were waiting in the queue for the changerooms, Barbie Girl was playing over the PA, and she was humming along, bouncing for goodness sakes... I think they were playing Hits! Of 1998 or something, as the next song was It's Like That By Run DMC vs Jason Nevins, which made me bounce. But only on the inside. Because even I realise that it is uncool for your mother to dance to the instore entertainment...
We resisted the multi-hued jersey cotton things (wasitcoats? bizarre t-shirty bits? Why does Supre have so many clothes that are really really confusing?) and stuck with 2 gorgeous crisp cotton sundresses (patterned so that it doesn't matter so much that she has nothing to fill the bodice - salesgirl's words, not mine).
Miss M floated out of the store with her hot pink Supre bag slung over her shoulder and I officially aged a full generation.
So, to sum up: I am old.
But my daughter helpfully pointed out that I could fit in the Large, nay the MEDIUM size sundresses and then we could match... 'S OK honey, I don't need the validation that much...
Together.
Holding hands.
*whispers* We shopped at Supre.
And now we're doomed. Or rather, she's doomed. Doomed to an adolescence wearing ugh boots and canary-yellow short shorts. With a hot pink headband.
ARGH!!!! It's my nightmares come to life!
It all started innocently enough - there was a rack of cheapy cheap t-shirts (Only $5!) in such bright and pretty colours - and there were some kids Miss M's age (or height anyways) perusing the rails. Hmm I thought - I didn't know Supre did kid sizes. Maybe we should check out these t-shirts...
It's all a ploy people! Next thing we knew we deep in the bowels of the shop, picking out sun dresses in size 3XS (SALE! Only $15!). She was in wonderland... jersey dresses and boob toobs and assorted crappy teenybopperwear.
And I facilitated this... I am so ashamed...
And as we were waiting in the queue for the changerooms, Barbie Girl was playing over the PA, and she was humming along, bouncing for goodness sakes... I think they were playing Hits! Of 1998 or something, as the next song was It's Like That By Run DMC vs Jason Nevins, which made me bounce. But only on the inside. Because even I realise that it is uncool for your mother to dance to the instore entertainment...
We resisted the multi-hued jersey cotton things (wasitcoats? bizarre t-shirty bits? Why does Supre have so many clothes that are really really confusing?) and stuck with 2 gorgeous crisp cotton sundresses (patterned so that it doesn't matter so much that she has nothing to fill the bodice - salesgirl's words, not mine).
Miss M floated out of the store with her hot pink Supre bag slung over her shoulder and I officially aged a full generation.
So, to sum up: I am old.
But my daughter helpfully pointed out that I could fit in the Large, nay the MEDIUM size sundresses and then we could match... 'S OK honey, I don't need the validation that much...
Labels: Curly Girls
posted by actonb at 7:21 am
9 Comments:
I'm pretty sure there is a good reason you referred to it as "the bowels" of the store, AB.
Could have been worse: could have been Mary-Kate and Monkey Face's clothing you got your offspring addicted too...
Oh actonb! Say it isn't so!!
Although, I have to give you points for the Barbie girl ref. I ADORE that song - and the fact that Mattel sued the hell out of Aqua for it and lost.
Can you tell Barbie was deemed satan in my house?
You should definitely get matching outfits, even if it's just for a laugh!
Donnie: Yes, it was deliberate! I've aways derided Supre... and had never entered a store before yesterday...
Mary Kate & Ashley - urgh! and also 'as if!' Miss M is waaay too old for that now!
W: Barbie is still deemed Satan in our household. As are Bratz dolls. Verboten!!!!!
But I'm thinking I ain't going to be able to hold back the Supre tide forever, so I may as well give in now!
Surfer: Not even for a laugh! There's just something so ...wrong about matching outfits IMHO.
That Run DMC Vs Jason Nevins kicks ass man....i'll dance off to that any day..werd.
I have been resisting this type of outing. Even with - "but ALL of my friends shop there Mummy - and I want one of THOSE bags......."
Oh no - the pressure.............
Shrooms: Exactly! I challenge you to a dance off in a convenient car park... Name the day! Because that song makes me feel so confident in my own break-dancing skillz.
possum: She caught me on the hop - we were on the way to Best & Less... Sensibly she didn't press her luck - she got her dresses and there was not a whinge or a whine to be heard!
I have to say I'm a Slut-pre convert.
*runs and hides*
Okay, not all of their clothes. But if you go searching they have some okay stuff. And for $5 their t-shirts rock.
I know. I need help. But I've never bought one of their big scary belts. Or beltish-length skirts. I swear.
Omel: Methinks she protests too much... It's the searching I have an issue with, because I am confronted with befuddling 'clothes' and teenyboppers and disconcertingly camp salesboys. And the dreaded high-waist-skirted Salesgirl. The horrors!
At least the t-shirts were at the front of the store...
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