I went to the ol' EWP homestead this past weekend to visit the parents and prepare for Wedding Part 2 next weekend (don't ask; basically my parents are now throwing me a reception with a few hundred people attending. better late than never, right?). One thing my mother and I have always seen eye to eye on is shopping. It's an official EWP-family pasttime. Well, minus my father. After living with 3 daughters, if he so much as looks at a mall he breaks into hives. Anyway, so the weekend activities clearly involved a mother-daughter trip to the mall.
While there I thought I'd grab myself a new nightgown. I am like a little furnace at night and pants, shorts, and sleeves of any kind are totally out of the question. So I grabbed a short little plain cotton number. I wasn't looking for anything fancy, I just needed to sleep in it. My mother took one look at it, took it out of my hands and declared, "you are newly married, you need to wear something pretty to bed." And with that, put my comfy cotton nightie back on the rack and grabbed all the lacey, satiny, basically transparent nighties she could get her hands on. Do you see where my shopping bossiness comes from? And while it is slightly embarassing to be told to wear lacey ridiculousness to bed by your mother, it is SO MUCH MORE embarassing when your mother recounts the events to your father ("She was going to buy a cotton nightgown!") when you get home and shows him everything you bought ("Look at this one, isn't it pretty?").
And so, my friends, while I may be a bossy fashion dictator, at least I've never done that to you.
