Some people are born to shop. Others have it thrust upon them. Fortunately, Peapod & I fall into the first category.
After a quick stop at Starbuck’s for fuel (where Peapod kinda had to do the Queen Victoria wave to her multitude of fans!), we were off. First stop, Galianomamma’s house. A piece of apple pie and a coffee table crammed into the back seat, we were off.
By the way, Galianomamma … DO NOT paint that antique! It’s beautiful! And your Mom is one cool granny!:glasses7:
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Then it was to the thrift stores. I, of course, must examine every article. Peapod, of course, runs through the place like a full-scale hurricane, unfailingly zoning in on all the brand name goodies. I’m taking lessons from her but I think Peapod’s technique is unlearnable. I just ain’t that quick … even if I were on speeders!
Then came the comparison shopping. Peapod would hold up a nice Donna Karan suit, very classy, very posh. In response, I would hold up something made of see through material covered in sparkling sequins. I would make a mad dash to the feather boas, Peapod would converge on the flannel shirts and hand knitted toques.
Shoes. Peapod would go into paroxysms over some kind of high end leather goat-herder slip ons. I, of course, would swoon over the spike heels … and if they had sparkles on them, it would bring me near delirium. We did agree, though, on one set of footwear. A man walking across the street had these killer boots … with toes that curled up about 6 inches. We both had to yell out the window, “Cool shoes dude!” and give him thumbs up. :thumbup:
In the end I bought a book and a couple pairs of nice fluffy sweat pants and Peapod bought a video on fishing.
One of the best parts of the adventure was the driving around. If you’ve ever been to Mexico and taken a taxi, you will know exactly what I’m talking about. Arms waving, horns honking, total disregard for those little lines they paint on the road. Peapod is a most excellent driver -- which is a very, very good thing … since she drives like she shops. Top speed.
I’m thinking I might be able to make an industry out of Peapod’s thrift shopping. If I sell tickets to tourists for a two hour tour with her, I may just put the whale watching industry out of business here!
Anyone wanting in on the action can send me a cheque and we'll get this biz started!
After a quick stop at Starbuck’s for fuel (where Peapod kinda had to do the Queen Victoria wave to her multitude of fans!), we were off. First stop, Galianomamma’s house. A piece of apple pie and a coffee table crammed into the back seat, we were off.
By the way, Galianomamma … DO NOT paint that antique! It’s beautiful! And your Mom is one cool granny!:glasses7:
:blob:
Then it was to the thrift stores. I, of course, must examine every article. Peapod, of course, runs through the place like a full-scale hurricane, unfailingly zoning in on all the brand name goodies. I’m taking lessons from her but I think Peapod’s technique is unlearnable. I just ain’t that quick … even if I were on speeders!
Then came the comparison shopping. Peapod would hold up a nice Donna Karan suit, very classy, very posh. In response, I would hold up something made of see through material covered in sparkling sequins. I would make a mad dash to the feather boas, Peapod would converge on the flannel shirts and hand knitted toques.
Shoes. Peapod would go into paroxysms over some kind of high end leather goat-herder slip ons. I, of course, would swoon over the spike heels … and if they had sparkles on them, it would bring me near delirium. We did agree, though, on one set of footwear. A man walking across the street had these killer boots … with toes that curled up about 6 inches. We both had to yell out the window, “Cool shoes dude!” and give him thumbs up. :thumbup:
In the end I bought a book and a couple pairs of nice fluffy sweat pants and Peapod bought a video on fishing.
One of the best parts of the adventure was the driving around. If you’ve ever been to Mexico and taken a taxi, you will know exactly what I’m talking about. Arms waving, horns honking, total disregard for those little lines they paint on the road. Peapod is a most excellent driver -- which is a very, very good thing … since she drives like she shops. Top speed.
I’m thinking I might be able to make an industry out of Peapod’s thrift shopping. If I sell tickets to tourists for a two hour tour with her, I may just put the whale watching industry out of business here!
Anyone wanting in on the action can send me a cheque and we'll get this biz started!
