LAST SATURDAY, I HAD THE PLEASURE (and I use that word loosely) of accompanying two of my daughters on a trip to the mall. They shamelessly employed blackmail, guilt and force to get me there because they know me. If you know me, you know I despise the mall. The congested, compressed, overly dramatic and overly-priced materialism makes me cringe. Give me a thrift store, a book store or a plant nursery but please, don't make me go to the mall. Okay, fine. I'll go but only because I love my girls and want them to like me.
I remained silent as they shopped. They didn't need to hear my bitching and moaning. I'd find something to occupy me. Fortunately I found it.
I couldn't help chuckling. Talk about a throw-back to the 1970s. Check this out:
|A denim shirt dress. Remember?|
|Didn't you love this back in the day?|
Then I saw this banner. Check the outfits on the models. Is this retro or what? Loose fitting, orange and black shirt with basement-carpet-patterned pants. Are our young people really wearing this or is it savvy marketing? My girls weren't interested so I'd say it's a No and No-er.
Things went from sort of weird to very weird by the time we got to this store. Yes. An enormous, (we're talking 7 foot tall) banner of an alien creature. Upon being resuscitated, my daughter whispered, "Relax Mom, it's only a picture of Nicki Minaj." But she had eyelashes as thick as my arm.
Farther down, fully acclimated to my surroundings finally, I wasn't too terribly shocked to see this.
That's right. Four topless (literally) mannequins hanging from the ceiling,
adorned in legging finery and golden feet.
When it was all said and done (and I was out of patience) my daughters had bought some cute clothes.
And I got to glimpse a world I'll happily ignore for another 6 months.
Been to the mall lately?