Dr. Cindy and Abigail were in town for a mother daughter powwow and I was invited to meet them for a day of shopping. When I agreed weeks ago to accompany them I had no idea I would get to be Abigail’s personal fashion consultant. How I wish I could have taken photos of all the outfits we put together, but shopping can be a little embarrassing at age ten, so my words will have to get to work for me.
Cindy informed me it is a knock down drag out every Sunday morning when it is time to get dressed for church. Abigail wears a uniform all week long and has sprung up out of all her weekend clothes. Mom has no style according to Abi so I was brought in to make the future weekend fashion appearances more amiable in the Anthis home. Abi calls me her second mother, and frequently suggests she would like to come live with me. Cindy and I are hoping our kids will somehow fall in love and make us all family some day, meanwhile they all get along well and act like cousins.
We took a quick walk through Anthropologie, and they both said, this looks like what you wear. That’s probably because I always want to shop there first for the important items in my wardrobe. I get a little creative boost just looking at the things in that shop. I felt like I got to be Aunt Tonya for the day, which I never get to do because when I visit all of my nieces and nephews it is a short week in Michigan or at the beach in NC, and they are all about being with my kids, not me. But Abi has decided I’m it for her, and I welcome the responsibility she has given me. She spent three years growing up in Nigeria where her parents were missionary doctors. When I ask her what she wants to do with her life, she says she wants to be an English teacher missionary in Africa. Me too.
Shopping with her was not only a playground for me, but also such an honor. We strolled Nordstrom’s department store so I could understand what Abi likes, and really my hope was to steer her own fashion instincts towards making outfits that can mix and match well and at the same time make her feel good.
Once I could understand she’s not a fancy girl we headed straight for Gapkids. I pulled a couple of skirts to match the pink lace flats she was first drawn towards. Then we pulled in different tops and sweaters, all of which mix and match. We found one more pretty skirt and the look on her face when she put it on let us all know it was going home with her.
Colored jeans are in but she scrunched her nose at the bright colors, so I handed her a soft gray jean with clear sequins down the legs, a gray cable knit shrug and an aqua tshirt. She has this adorable leggy gymnast’s body and long blonde hair which she informed me she is growing out for locks of love. Locks of love is an organization that makes free wigs for cancer patients who can’t afford one when their hair falls out. She said, I have ten inches now, but it won’t leave me a very good hair style so I’m going to grow it a little more. (Are you melting? I melted.)
It was funny to be the mediator shopping between Cindy and Abi because Cindy does have good taste, but Abi doesn’t trust her. So every time Cindy wanted to say, “that looks so good” she bit her tongue. She was convinced that Abi will only wear what I liked. She took it all home and I know I will see these fashions next week when our families get together for Christmas. I’ll stalk her with my camera then.
I also helped Cindy, a self confessed anti shopper, to finish her Christmas shopping. She told me what she needed, I directed her to the stores, and that was it. She was so happy, and admitted this shopping was actually fun! I took great joy in spending someone else’s money (sorry Joel). I hope next I get to overhaul Cindy’s wardrobe, she wears too much black. Ooo…that would be fun, she has great legs too.