Saturday, November 16, 2019
This afternoon my son and I went shopping. I went to get slacks and half thought I might get a new shirt because I was told by one of my students to "go store, buy new shirts with buttons" (My student is funny about telling the adults what to wear - most of us humor him because we love him. He tells me which aromatherapy necklace to wear, which shirts to wear, what scented oil to use in my necklace, what socks to wear, etc. He also does the same with his aides and the residential facility staff. He checks for names or logos on clothes, belts, socks, colors of clothes etc.)
What did I get? I did get some slacks on sale, 3 brightly colored plaid button-down flannel shirts (I can always wear them over a t-shirt ). I also found a pair of booties in my weird side size that were half off. Then I found winter jackets on sale - I have searched for a dressy enough for church, casual enough for school, warm but not bulky jacket/cost that I could afford and wasn't able to find one anywhere I looked (more than a dozen stores). I found several that I liked and picked out a pretty purple down jacket that was almost what I wanted and I got it. As we left the first store, my son Ed saw a woman wearing a longer jacket (3/4 length) that was exactly like I wanted, he asked her where she got it and we headed to that store. He found a gorgeous cream colored jacket (no, I don't wear cream or white or even much beige), with a belt (no, I don't wear belts) and he insisted I try it on. It was exactly what I didn't know I wanted and needed. It felt perfect, Ed loved it, but continued looking for my preferred black, navy or dark green coat. Sales clerk commented that it really looked lovely, and by the way, had I noticed it was a Michael Kors label? Oh, and it was also on sale. OBVIOUSLY, I got it too. Then I found skirts on sale for only $5 so I got 3 of them too.
Then, we got practical and found a humidifier for Ed who suffers nosebleeds from the dryness in the wintertime. He also found something we had discussed buying but kept finding it was way out of our budget. Where he found it, they were on sale for 75% off the prices we had found it before. Ed is on the autism spectrum and we have discussed weighted blankets as they are supposed to help with sleep and reduce anxiety. Since he is an insomniac and has been all of his life, it seemed like a perfect thing to try.
We had a lot of fun shopping together and since I haven't been shopping in several months it was a treat for both me and Ed who has been shopping by himself. He likes shopping, but likes when we make a day of it together.
The shopping trip brightened my mood and I think I have been becoming something of a recluse lately. It has been six weeks since I wasn't really able to tolerate the walking around in the stores, but for some reason, I have been resistant and reluctant to go shopping until today. I wasn't tired and I didn't hurt and I just plain had fun! It was good for me.
In fact, the shopping put me in a particularly good mood. I came home and sent out my first Christmas present. I have been seeing ads for Little Passports and I decided that it would make a perfect gift for my granddaughters who live all the way across the country. They will get a package every month for the next year filled with experiments, projects, and crafts to do together. They are almost 4 and 6 years old and I asked my stepdaughter if she thought they would like it. She said the kids had seen the ads and were asking her for it. She thought the package designed for 5-8 year olds would be something both girls would have fun doing together.
Just knowing that I have gotten that present ordered added to my holiday spirit. This is especially important since I am terrible at getting packages mailed out. I often buy them and by the time I remember, it is embarrassingly late so I forget to mail them. My record delinquency was the jelly bean pooping reindeer that my sons and I found and bought for my niece in 2005 and finally delivered to her in July of 2018. It was wrapped, the card was signed by my son Ed, his brother Michael who died in 2006 and me. The boys picked it out as a joke for their cousin and it caused a lot of laughter when we bought it and then again when she finally opened it with her 7 and 9 year old boys in the middle of summer.
Boy, I am really rambling tonight, aren't I?
Have a blessed and joyful day tomorrow!