shopping, the report

I'm back.
I went, we shopped, we tried on, we purchased, we critiqued, we ate mall food.

I took my younger niece first - she was in the mood for an outfit from Limited Too.
And although there's a lot of little hooker clothing in there, we managed to score some nice things for her...



but not this halter dress with rhinestones.



And not these shorts which Aunt bb liked very much but which little M would have no part of. Little M is the same height as Aunt bb, who speaks in the third person.
All. The. Time.

It turned out that purchasing some items from boxes gave us two free items...



so we picked up some knitted intestines. And a squishy pig toy.

And this was her outfit choice -



She's probably the only person in the whole world who looks great in half a sweater.
I'm only saying.

So -
dropped her off at home and grabbed her big sister, my god daughter...
I had given her an H & M card for her birthday.

H&M had some fabulous stuff - though we noticed (being slightly curvier girls) that their things are cut very small. (Which screams CHEAP, but whatever...)
They had some not very cute stuff too though and shopping there was WORK.



These pants were scrubs!
There was tons of bright green, St. Patrick's Day green, stuff...
And her family is getting ready for a trip to Amsterdam, so I kept saying to S:
Oh! you should get this...imagine, if your mother loses you in Amsterdam she can just say -
have you seen my daughter? she's five foot four and wearing A GREEN DRESS.
Sadly, S did not want to plan her spring wardrobe around GREEN.






Very cute dress.
Not S's style. Aunt bb's style.
NEXT.



Also Aunt bb's style. For when she wants to look like Busty McPreggers.



I liked it.
She didn't.



A nice belt on a pair of pants that neither of us cared about.



Ohso polyester. One could wear it as a swimsuit.



Trying to be witty.
And failing.

We like the idea of the short sleeved trench



we're just not sure about the execution of the short sleeved trench.

And, in the end, S ended up looking a little like Aunt bb -



not that there's anything wrong with that.
Especially when we could have bought this -



Yes. It's a romper.

Back at their house I was plied



with Proseco and thai soup and olives...
and we all watched Marie Antoinette, which is another post all on it's own.



These are dolls.
Which I did not buy.
But which I had to show you.