Sisterhood of the Shopping Senoras

My mom is back in town.

That dear bloggers means my wallet and my credit is usually in serious peril.

See I'm normally one of those once a quarter shoppers,only filling in my wardrobe with "MUST" haves.

"MUST" haves being clean underwear, a bra that fits, a few tee shirts, maybe if I'm feeling really crazy a pair of pants or some new "practical" shoes.

My mom???? She's all about the you "NEED" to haves.

NEED equals fun, cute, kicky things.

You know the kind of outfit or shoe or accessory that makes you twirl three times in front of the mirror, flip your hair and put your hand on your hip as it thrusts out in it's BEST catwalk imitation, purse your lips, tilt your head and consider your totally hot (or at least the flattering mirrors make you THINK you are hot) visage.

Simultaneously, my mother flits around me pulling, tucking, adjusting. Only to pull back, all Edith Head, and declare that I and the outfit are DESTINED, destined to be one.

Very Zen and funny and DANGEROUS all at the same time.

The results for todays shopathon

Zen - Ten
Funny - Eleven
DANGEROUS - Zero ( Yes zero, HOORAY for gift certificates, birthday discounts, passport customer coupons and auto discounts)

ZEN - I scored FOUR ridiciulously hot/hip pieces.

FUNNY - Laughed so hard my Mom almost made me had an accident. (She really needs to stop that....those damn Kegel exercises during my pregnancies didn't accomplish squat)

DANGEROUS - The final tally won't leave me with buyer's remose tomorrow.

And...I have dropped two dress sizes!!!!

I think I just achieved shopping Nirvanna......oooohhhhhmmmmmm.