My mom and I have been involved in this whole battle over whether I should shave my legs or not. She told me that I had to either shave my legs or wear pants all of the time, and I decided to wear pants. It's been a couple of weeks now.
A few hours ago, my mom told me that she had bought me a pair of capris, and that she was giving me permission to wear capris and shorts again, and let me make my own personal choice about it. Yay! I love you, Mommy! *hugs* :D
Should I brag about this or something? Um, okay. I won! I won! W00t!
Okay, bragging over now.
I don't really feel like bragging. I'm just glad this whole stupid thing is over with.
But anyways, on a different topic, my mom's been buying me clothes recently for no reason at all. She bought me a couple of nice-looking shirts a few days ago, and she got me a pair of capris and some pants today. She told me she bought the shirts because I have a bunch of band/logo T-shirts and such, and she wants me to wear nicer-looking stuff. The shirts really aren't my style. They have the "layered look." You know those clothes that have a piece of cloth sewn under the neckline, so that it looks like you're wearing another shirt underneath them? She got me a couple of those shirts. They're nice shirts and all, but I just... I probably won't ever wear them, unless I have to go to a formal occasion or something. They're just not my style, I guess.
Plus, she's been handing me Macy's and Newport News catalogs so that I could look at them. Does she want me to start shopping with her again or something? She used to take me out shopping all of the time, even when I insisted she didn't. That's why I have so many clothes now that I need a closet AND a dresser. I don't know why I've never really been keen on shopping. It's just one of those things, I guess. Finally, my mom stopped taking me out shopping, because my dresser was practically overflowing.
Then I got my room redone, and she had a closet built in my room. So now I have more than enough room for all of my clothes, and apparently she's buying me more, only she's not actually taking me along on these shopping trips. Why? Why is she doing this?
Why do so many women like shopping so much, anyway? I've never really understood it. What's so great about picking out a bunch of clothes, trying them on, then discovering the shirt you thought was really cool-looking was too tight, going to get a bigger size, then trying on a pair of pants and deciding they make you look fat, then finding a pair of pants that make you look really, really good, but then looking at the price tag and fainting? It just seems like a lot of hassle to me.
My friend H says I need to politely tell my mom, "Hey, Mom, I like my shirts, so stop buying more for me." I really do need to. I'm afraid of hurting her feelings, though. Ugh. I am such a wimp.