I have needs...
I need a fashion consultant. A good one. Not one that nods his head at every thing with tentative approval, nor a wise 8-year old version of this either. Not one that is 6 who believes that PJ's are the go-to ensemble in a woman's wardrobe. Not a four-legged one that is really only waiting for me to take my shoes off while I am trying clothes on so that she can dash away with them.
I need a better shopping selection than our dear three cities currently provide. Preferably a store or two devoted completely to trendy women age 25-40ish who don't want to dress either like a strumpet or like a dowdy granny. I need a middle ground. With pleasant sales people. And an assortment of color. With great prices. And good quality. Preferably with a shoe collection, but that's just me with my crazy talk.
Take two steps back my lovelies. I am in need of something pink to wear to a dear friend's wedding. I am stoked for this wedding because this friend is awesome, and so is her fiance, and she is having a pink wedding, and I think that is totally cool. I do not have a great deal of pink because unlike Shelby Eatenton Latcherie, pink is not my signature color. So back to the story at hand...
Normally, I take the hubikins (that is what the eye doctor called him and I think it is totally weird...so weird that now I am compelled to say it) or Sara but both were otherwise engaged. As I was driving to our little shopping mecca (and by mecca I really mean the group of generic stores clumped in a certain mallish vicinity with a couple of cool stores sprinkled about) in search of a supportive pink something, I get a call.
It was from home. Tony and his limpy-gimpy knee were soaking in the tub and the kids and Margo were undoubtedly initiating operation home-destruction in the mere minutes I had been gone. After scanning through all of the possible bad outcomes of that situation I was relieved to hear Aidan's voice,
"Hey mom. I miss you. Just wanted you to know. Oh, and I love you."
We talked like that for a few minutes. He is so grown up and still my little boy all wrapped up into one handsome guy. I may not have found the perfect pink to support my super friend (not for lack of trying, believe me I went to over 20 stores, some of them twice) but I do have the love of the best 8 year old around.