Taking A Break
52 Weeks of Pix 2013, Street Photography - possiblity 4?
I don't smoke but this moment of introspection and "shutting out the annoyances" was very tempting today after an hour of shopping with a 7 year old who clearly possesses the shopping gene. I was not a little envious of her moment of introspection, although it's probably sandwiched between the demands of a tedious job or routine or something, so I should really just be grateful to have had the opportunity to share the whole shopping for a "sparkly top and stuff" experience with my daughter who has another party this weekend and a school disco next week… I'm not a shopper - see LG's observation below. I'm also not entirely comfortable with a trend-conscious 7 year old, although I think this is a case of trying to fit in with what the other girls wear so I reckoned it wasn't worth pointing out that she has plenty of lovely things to wear already. However, 1 hour and much trying-on-of-clothes later I was shattered and wondered if instilling a lesson about making the most of what you have might have been less arduous. There was a lot of negotiation as to what we were both happy with, i.e. what she liked and what I thought was acceptable for a 7 year old to wear, a process I may not always navigate successfully I suspect :-)
As I sat on the tiny, hard, very low-down stool in the changing room, buried under the pile of discarded clothes being tried on by my budding fashion victim, I realised that I may need to ensure I have a book and a supply of chocolate in my bag to stop me from losing the plot in years to come.
P.S. LG observed, as I sat in a clothes-covered puddle on the tiny, hard changing room stool, that I am rather weird as all women love shopping. I pointed out that calling the person who was about to pay for her clothes weird might mean that she didn't get anything :-)
Taking A Break
52 Weeks of Pix 2013, Street Photography - possiblity 4?
I don't smoke but this moment of introspection and "shutting out the annoyances" was very tempting today after an hour of shopping with a 7 year old who clearly possesses the shopping gene. I was not a little envious of her moment of introspection, although it's probably sandwiched between the demands of a tedious job or routine or something, so I should really just be grateful to have had the opportunity to share the whole shopping for a "sparkly top and stuff" experience with my daughter who has another party this weekend and a school disco next week… I'm not a shopper - see LG's observation below. I'm also not entirely comfortable with a trend-conscious 7 year old, although I think this is a case of trying to fit in with what the other girls wear so I reckoned it wasn't worth pointing out that she has plenty of lovely things to wear already. However, 1 hour and much trying-on-of-clothes later I was shattered and wondered if instilling a lesson about making the most of what you have might have been less arduous. There was a lot of negotiation as to what we were both happy with, i.e. what she liked and what I thought was acceptable for a 7 year old to wear, a process I may not always navigate successfully I suspect :-)
As I sat on the tiny, hard, very low-down stool in the changing room, buried under the pile of discarded clothes being tried on by my budding fashion victim, I realised that I may need to ensure I have a book and a supply of chocolate in my bag to stop me from losing the plot in years to come.
P.S. LG observed, as I sat in a clothes-covered puddle on the tiny, hard changing room stool, that I am rather weird as all women love shopping. I pointed out that calling the person who was about to pay for her clothes weird might mean that she didn't get anything :-)