I started shopping a week ago yesterday. I arrived smoothly at Yorkdale just before opening, with a perfect parking spot, a list and a coffee, my coat left in the car, all unencumbered and calm.
First retailer looks at me – Just wrapping things up?
And I said -No, actually just starting.
WHOA. We are quite the last minute shopper, aren’t we?
Wtf. ( Not all of us have been singing Christmas Carols since Hallowe’en plus I don’t love when people speak this way)
Saturday we had our really great mom/ daughter Christmas shopping day. We dress up, have breakfast downtown and shop for pretty much the only time all year.
My children try everything on. I say yes to anything they want (they don’t ask for much and treasure the smallest things) and they whisper about what they are getting me and love the moment when they say to me
And they treat me to something new. It is the best.
But I have a confession to make. And it ain’t pretty.