SI
SI
discoversearch

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor.  We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community.  If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.
Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?


To: Rambi who wrote (49440)4/20/2000 7:34:00 PM
From: Crocodile  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
I know women who think it is A TREAT to go shopping!!!!!!!! Yes, croc! I kid you not. Really, they think it is FUN! They like it! They travel in packs and do lunch. My mother-in-law- an otherwise sane and worthy person- frequently spends a day shopping with other retired women. I can't think of a more unpleasant thing to do. Which is why I'm having a second glass of wine and besides now it's five o'clock traffic... I can't handle shopping at all... with the possible exception of wandering through new or used bookstores and the kinds of stores that sell oddball cooking utensils and wine glasses and such... Can't stand going into clothing stores... My mother has stopped asking me to go with her because I don't seem to have any aptitude for shopping... The only thing I can seem to think of to do when I go with her is to follow around the store... shuffling along about 15 feet behind her... I did that as a kid and I still do it now... I can't seem to help myself... (I suppose this is a confession or an admission of some kind). Truth is, I'm just bored right out of my tree and I go onto some form of auto-pilot... or maybe it's more like going into cruise missile mode... like some heat-seeking guidance system... programmed to dog my mother through the endless racks of dresses and sweaters... All of a sudden my mother will turn around and say something inspirational like, "Why don't you go and LOOK at something?" I shrug slightly and wander off, making a little circuit of the store... maybe stopping to look at the gym socks.. I have a bit of a thing for nice thick brushed cotton ones...white with a stripe around the ankle... Oh yes... a crocodile like me can't have too many pairs of them... Five minutes pass and then I wander back through the racks of clothing and fall in behind once more...silently...uncomplaining... But pretty soon my mom turns around again... I suppose because she feels my eyes gazing (restlessly) at her... and she says, "What! You're back ALREADY!! Didn't you FIND anything?" Me: "I found a couple of pairs of socks..." I take the hint and wander off for another 5 or 10 minutes... maybe to look at t-shirts next... Yep, t-shirts are good for at least a few minutes... Yeah, I just love shopping... about as much as I like being shocked with a cattle prod... ;-}>



To: Rambi who wrote (49440)4/21/2000 6:31:00 AM
From: Ish  Respond to of 71178
 
<<He bought the corsage for his prom date today.>>

I remember those. Trying to pin it on without sticking her. The natural inclination is to slide the left hand inside her dress but her parents are standing there watching.



To: Rambi who wrote (49440)4/21/2000 11:19:00 AM
From: Ilaine  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
The last time I bought a fancyschmancy dress was to wear to Governor Gilmore's inauguration two years ago, and I had no idea what to wear because I don't usually attend fancy dress functions. I'd love to do it, but Chris won't, so we don't. Anyway, I called up my former step-mother, my father's second wife, the socialite, who told me that I needed to wear a dress that was floor length, and my shoes needed to match, and I couldn't wear leather shoes, and I couldn't carry a regular purse, but I didn't need gloves. She suggested that since I was in the Washington metro area I should be able to find a place that advertised that it had dresses for special occasions, and I found one in McLean, which is an upscale suburb. The woman there was very helpful, she was the owner, and it was early in the day, and they weren't busy, and I tried on twenty or thirty dresses until I found one that I thought looked ok. She had hundreds of dresses, all formal or semiformal, some of them were so gorgeous but in tiny sizes, 1, 3, 5, 7. I wished I was a size seven! It wasn't exactly fun, but it was tolerable. I did my usual thing of somehow inducing her to tell me her life's story, turns out she had a messy divorce and was interested in my thoughts about it once she found out I was a lawyer. She bought the shop with her divorce settlement, but she'd made a go of it.

I did have the fun of going to Saks and sneering at *their* merchanise because it wasn't good enough for me. I think they were shocked.

The dress is black raw silk, with very dark gold beads embroidered on the bodice, and when I was picking out shoes I had the choice of black leather shoes that fit and black silk shoes that almost fit. I chose the silk, which was a terrible mistake. No one could see my feet at the Inaugural ball, it was too dark in there, and most of the women didn't ask my stepmother what to wear, so they were wearing leather shoes, semiformal, you name it. I promised myself I'd never buy uncomfortable shoes again, last time I promised myself that was at my wedding, hope I keep it next time. I spent most of the ball sitting down or standing at a tiny table with my shoes off, and couldn't dance.