After dinner and ice-cream with Jez I met up with my mum at Burwood for awfully brief late-night shopping. She wanted to buy me some gym clothes. I told her I’d run in my bra before wasting any more money on workout gear. There was once a time where I spent more time in sports stores than any girl should. I have expensive trackies I never wear, and there’s a pair of nearly-new $200 Adidas sneakers either in the closet or inside a locker I haven’t accessed since first year.
She gave the frustrating “whatever you want” attitude when I asked her what she would like to shop for. As a result we spent a fair bit of time in General Pants Co. picking out a new pair of jeans. For me. Duh.
I decided on dark Nudie skinnies. They were $215. She thought they were a tad expensive. This is a huge change on her behalf as she once bought me a pair of $40 Wakee’s grumbling about how pricey they were. Are all jeans this expensive? She asked. I explained the price-range between say, Cheap Monday and say, True Religion (although I really hate True Religion and wouldn’t consider wearing them unless there were handed out for free with mX or something). I tried on the Nudies. I liked them. She liked them. She expected me to buy them, but didn’t offer any financial assistance. Faced with parting with my own savings I said I’d think about it. She shrugged and said I should get them if I really like them. I’m still thinking about it.
She played BBA on the train ride home and we had a nice chat. I realised then how long it has been since I really spoke to my mother. We should go shopping every Thursday. There was once a time when the fact that she was showing great interest in the Sass & Bide section in DJ’s was the motivator for me to go shopping with her, but that time has passed.
