After wrestling through the aisles at Marshalls, I decided to walk through Kohl's before going to Target for the things that were actually on my list. Ostensibly I was window shopping for school clothes for Big V, but first, I decided to find a new shirt to wear on my lady date with Cora and Lisa next week. As soon as I walked in the doors, I turned left to walk through the Junior's department, and came to a dead stop.
There was not one item of clothing in that department suitable for me to wear. As I flipped through racks of Candies clothing, Yes I'm Single and No I'm Not Interested t shirts, and spaghetti-strap camisoles with the legend "Juicy" across the boobs, my heart sank as I realized that as a thirty-two year old mother of two, I probably did not need a t shirt with a pair of rhinestone eyes cleverly appliqued across the chest. Ditto for the chocolate satin halter top and the Your Boyfriend Thinks I'm Hot tank top. Head down, I pushed my seventeen-month old across the store to the Misses department, where I found a sleeveless Vera Wang knit top that covered enough cleavage so my husband would let me out of the house next week.
AND a Sublime t shirt. I'm not THAT old.
