This evening I went shopping with my sisters. Oh, and the niece, can't forget her. Every year for at least the past four years we've taken the middle sister shopping for her birthday. Mostly it's a day (or in this case and evening) to just hang out, look at ridiculous things that we would never purchase, and get said sister a birthday present. It's way easier to make her pick out her own present. Saves a whole lot of guessing along with a bunch of “Gee, thanks for the, uh, what is that?” moments.
I'm not sure I've ever mentioned it, but I'm not a girlie girl. I don't usually get off on frilly clothes, shoes, jewelry or bags. Name brands mean little to nothing to me (see my last post—it's a carryover from my sabotaged childhood) and if it's not comfortable you can bet the farm that I won't buy it.
My oldest sister, on the other hand, is girlie enough for the two of us. She's corrupting the niece too. Of course my niece and I were once playing a game (she was little, probably just five or six) and she said if I lost I had to wear pink for a whole day. Smart kid. Evil girl. I have high hopes for her. If the oldest sister doesn't completely girlify her first.
Anyway, my oldest sister found this, er, lovely sweater that she was just sure I would adore. Sweaters are okay. I like v-necks, but not if the neck is covered in ruffles. Big, intrusive, pink ruffles. The entire sweater was pink. I am absolutely certain that I do not own anything that is entirely pink. I'm just not into it. Please don't look down on me for this. I'm okay with other people liking pink. It's like broccoli—someone has to like it, it's eatable after all. Pink is a color, so someone should wear / own it.
My sister attempted to talk me into trying the sweater on.
But it's tender!
No. Absolutely not.
Fine, I'm buying it.
So she did. She'll probably stuff it in my sock for Christmas and then say I have an obligation to wear it. Bright pink ruffles. Really?