Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Last Circle of Hell

Today I took my almost-ten-year-old daughter shopping for school clothes. I didn't want skirts that were too short, tops that were too tight, or anything that was too trampy. Plus, to suit her personal tastes, it couldn't be itchy, look weird, or ride up anywhere "too close" to the crotch. Hence the title of today's post. Waiter, bring me a margarita in a five-gallon bucket....
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  1. AnonymousAugust 21, 2009 at 1:40 AM

    Thats sounds horrible..but then I don't like shopping at the best of times!

    We used to have the same problem with my brother. School uniform trousers were a nightmare - he was tall but skinny so trousers would either be too short or too baggy. Shoes were even worse as his feet were long but skinny.

    He's grown out of it though, is very competant at shopping for himself and finding clothes and shoes that actually fit.

    So don't worry, it'll get easier :-)

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  2. SuldogAugust 24, 2009 at 1:23 PM

    I hate shopping for clothes for myself, let alone for a 10-year-old. My deepest sympathies.

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