My mother is a shopaholic. I know many of us say this, but I am not exaggerating; the woman can shop in an airport. One minute I am simply purchasing my single pack of gum, the next she is on line behind me with waters, magazines, t-shirts and those coconut macaroons she has to get for everyone in her office. I am not complaining, mostly because we are the same size and I benefit from her addiction. In fact, I sometimes look at her in wonderment. Not only can this woman find things in everywhere from drug to department stores, but she can also accumulate great buys in less than 15 minutes. It is like she has some kind of innate radar, and to be honest it is a bit scary to watch in action.
Maybe it is because her father never let her shop, maybe she just has a penchant for things, whatever it is I have learned a lot from watching my mother. I am by no means a fashion maven, but with a mother who is always impeccably dressed and envied by your friends, I picked up a thing or two. This is what I learned ...
Maybe it is because her father never let her shop, maybe she just has a penchant for things, whatever it is I have learned a lot from watching my mother. I am by no means a fashion maven, but with a mother who is always impeccably dressed and envied by your friends, I picked up a thing or two. This is what I learned ...