Mothers, me included, have this never ending bad habit mixture of anxiety, grooming and life-educating their daughters.
There's one thing though, that mothers and daughters understand better than any father.
That's the sober,infinite joy of shopping.
That's the sober,infinite joy of shopping.
My daughter and I have shared unforgettable moments, or more likely hours, peeking, negotiating and making some excellent deals in auctions, street-markets, flee-markets and bazaars home and abroad.
Flirting, chit-chatting, and, wow, the victorious feeling of making a really big scoop leaving all our savings to the laughing salesman.
The funny thing though, we have been nicely treated at Harrods as well as in the bazaars of emperor Julian in Istanbul, even if we did not buy
much at the first place.
We are often frequenting local flee -markets for charity organisations.
That way we are able to make super bargains for a good cause.
I don't quite know if the Lord agrees to that. But there's also the aspect of recycling. And that is needed in our spend and throw away town.
I felt like a million dollars, spending a few dimes at the Salvation Army's second hand shop, wearing Prada, Gucci and YSL...
Only yesterday Serina found a perfect fit, tailor made, black dress and a gold purse to go with it. I waved my brand new, black Versace jeans over my head as we returned from our nesting tour.