Birthday Shopping

So, I recently 'celebrated' a birthday.  More like endured, as I'm not particularly fond of getting closer to 50.  No offense to those who've already made it over that hill..........

As usual, the Husband asked what I'd like.  I had a few things in mind, but honestly, I'm at the age where I'd really just rather pick out my gifts myself.  I had enough motherhood years where I wasn't about to haul three kids around the mall; therefore, having to make do with gifts of clothing and such that really just wasn't me.  Husband suggested we plan a shopping date.

I married the rare species of male that enjoys shopping.  Weird, I know.  We went shopping on our honeymoon, if that tells you anything.  Part of the novelty for him is probably that he rarely has the opportunity to shop, unless it's Home Depot or Lowe's.  Off to the mall we went, on a Friday night..........

I wanted a new summer purse.  Something more modern than the macrame/crochet style I used in summers past.  My customary place to shop is Kohl's, because it's easy, though limiting in choices.  Instead, we went to Macy's and I was immediately overwhelmed by the choices.  Can I just say that even though mustard yellow is the 'in' color.......YUCK!  I started at one end of the displays and began to exam each purse, looking for something stylish that also didn't look like I was going on a sleepover....... purses are HUGE now, aren't they?  Husband asked what color I was interested in and I told him pink or purple.  I have enough boring old black and brown handbags.  He cracked me up, looking through the stacks, and coming over with anything in the pink/purple range to show me.  At first, I was patronizing him with, "Oh yes, that's nice, honey........" and I would go back to browsing.  In the end, he found the perfect one!  I was happy and gave him all the credit.

Next stop was the perfume counter(s).  I've been a DKNY Be Delicious girl for many years, but I was ready to try something new.  What I wasn't ready for was the pushy saleswoman.  I was immediately confused why a 70 year old woman was trying to sell me these perfumes?  She kept squirting the fragrances on those tiny cards and putting them up to my nose.   Then she was listing off all the 'freebies' included in the $80 gift box....shower gel, lotion, silk flower, key chain, etc., etc.  And then there was the wheel to spin to 'win' more free prizes.  I wanted to run screaming away from the woman.......... but here's what really gets me.  That these people can't read your body language.  I kept turning away from her and she kept right on hounding me.  Finally, I did my passive aggressive thing and told her the perfume smelled like penicillin to me.  She gave me an odd look and I grabbed Husband and we walked away.

I told him I wanted to go to Kohl's to shop for my perfume in peace.  I really am a creature of habit, aren't I?