Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Emma-ism on Fashion.

We went shopping for another pair of pants on Saturday (remember the cut up black pants fiasco). As I followed her into the dressing room she had a pair of pants for $12 and some really weird shirt. Then she said, "Mom, I can do this myself. Please wait." Then she closed the curtain and hooked the lock. Rude.

After a few minutes I asked her if she needed any help. "Nope. I'll tell you when I'm ready."  Fast forward another 5 minutes. "Okay mom. You can come in."  

"I like them"
"I know, I look super cute! Can I have the shirt?"

It was $42 and loaded with glitter. How do you even wash glitter? I'm not paying $42 for a half glitter shirt. I don't care if the hoodie is 'awesome' and you look super cute. You can look super cute in a $10 shirt (and she did, well $24 shirt).

We did get the pants too. If she cuts them up, I'm grounding her for 400 years.

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