I'm back after a very cold shopping afternoon. I didn't realise it was so cold, we've now got to the stage where we need coats guys. Although I did see a few stick-thin bare midriffs, and I suppose they were made of wax because there was no chance they were melting in a hurry. Loads of people around, except that nobody was buying anything and were being a pain in our ass who wanted to buy. Why do people have to try on a pair of shoes for eight times if they never were interested in buying them anyway. I would suck at being a sales assistant. I'd probably not even last a day, people can be so rude. And then on the other hand salesgirls at one designer shop were being quite rude to me. So what if I cannot fit into a size 8, it doesn't mean I don't have spending power. And if it's a designer jewellery shop, what the hell does making an appearance with or without mascara have to do? It always happens that I do not shop fully made up. And that is no excuse for mascara-laden girls behind the counter to be snooty. They stop being snooty when they realise it's instant cash, and that this girl does not take half an hour to choose a watch but will buy four in succession in under ten minutes. Never judge by my cleanly spruced face. It's clean but it doesn't mean my wallet is. It does mean that I'm going to clean it out though. I'm very good at that, and Christmas is my kind of time of the year. And since it's always me and the boys, and my boys have designer preferences I can clean out wallets with one swipe. And I don't mind one bit. If I could, I'd buy them the whole shop. Because they mean everything to me, and also because it's my fault that they are now hung up on designer stuff because I started them on it to begin with.
But I miss one boy who probably wouldn't know designer from normal. One boy with whom I'd probably get more success by leading him to a designer toy shop. Like all boys, he can be a handful, and perhaps he is a designerly handful. No I don't think he's a saint. He could be just another boy to anyone else. But not to me. Every year we celebrate the birth of a young boy and spend so much in the process. Well there is this other boy who I will not stop thinking about. And he too is not guilty. He deserves so much yet would settle for so little. Because it hasn't been his fault, and is just a boy who deserves all the designer love in the world.
But I miss one boy who probably wouldn't know designer from normal. One boy with whom I'd probably get more success by leading him to a designer toy shop. Like all boys, he can be a handful, and perhaps he is a designerly handful. No I don't think he's a saint. He could be just another boy to anyone else. But not to me. Every year we celebrate the birth of a young boy and spend so much in the process. Well there is this other boy who I will not stop thinking about. And he too is not guilty. He deserves so much yet would settle for so little. Because it hasn't been his fault, and is just a boy who deserves all the designer love in the world.
