Saturday, October 10, 2009

THE RULES SHOULD BE CHANGED FOR SHOPPING

Today I went shopping with Hillary and Shan. Shan and another one of her their friends are going to New York later in the month for fun and frolicking, theatre and sight seeing. Shan was trying to find cute clothes and she did. We started a bit after 10:00 and got home a bit after 7:00, and we only came home then because we were half dead. I told Phil we only went to four stores and his eyes nearly rolled out of his head.

"It took you nine hours to shop four stores?" he said.

"We ate lunch," I said. "And we went to that garage sale." (Photo's posted tomorrow of the garage sale you should not miss the next time it happens--which will be in April. I will remind you.)

Phil was not impressed.

His idea would be to breeze in, select something in an appropriate size and color, try it on (maybe or maybe just look at the size and know it would fit w/out trying it on). He would then buy it and go home.


Girls don't do that. There has to be much discussion as to why or why not this or that item is suitable or not.

There has to be trying it on ONE MORE TIME and parading it to the critical audience, who practically clap and cheer.

One sweater had to be discussed a dozen times at least. That one was bought. Another sweater had to be discussed two dozen times. That one still resides in the store. Shan should have bought it, she really should have. There is no clapping and cheering over that decision. She should go back, buy it and then there will be clapping and cheering.

The majority should rule when it comes to shopping. The person paying should not be able to overrule the majority because the majority is pretty much always right. And since the majority was Hillary and me, I know the majority was right. I'm pretty sure that is a valid argument . Then the cute brown sweater would be where it belongs, in Shan's closet.

11 comments:

Lorraine said...

You know, of course, that you should have taken a photo of that brown sweater so that we can join in your indignation, and properly so!!! You're so funny, I can't wait to see the garage sale ;)

hillary said...

She really should have bought that brown sweater, but since I was rooting for the pink one(which is in her closet), I am pleasently content on her choice. But she should have bought the brown one TOO. She should have.

Jessica said...

This is amusing. Here's why: As you know, I am the friend who is going to NY with Shan and I spent the whole day yesterday doing the same thing only with husband and three kids. Well, we should be quite fancy in NY!

Shan said...

In my defense, had I bought that sweater that is the source of so much wailing and gnashing of teeth, I never would have bought that most wonderful dress at Ross. And I don't mind telling you that I looked fantastic in that dress and those new red shoes today as I taught Relief Society. Plus, also, the end.

Laura ~Peach~ said...

i am with phil on this one... get in get it get out... :)

Pam said...

I am with Phil - I am not a fan of shopping.

Mental P Mama said...

Too funny. I didn't know about these rules. I think you should just go get the sweater. She can pay you back later;)

Annette said...

I vote for getting the brown sweater, too!

The Motherboard said...

I'm on Phil's side... I'm a get-in-get-out-get-on-with-your-life kinda gal.

(actually I loathe shopping. Here's my chick card...)

hillary said...

Those people who are on Phil's team, I don't understand. They confuse me. I'm confussed.

HegstromPrattFamily said...

I actually LOVE to go shopping with other girls, because I don't get to very often. BUT once a few months ago I had a wonderful time shopping with lots of girlfriends that I only see once every year or two. We went into a wonderful jewelry store and everyone talked everyone else into buying jewelry, which was lots of fun. Because of peer pressure I bought a $100 pair of beautiful earrings that I don't really like, but I didn't want to tell my friends or the nice store lady that I didn't like them. It is still a happy memory, but I don't know when I'll wear my earrings. (P.S. Don't tell Dale.)