My fourteen year old daughter has been saving her cash to do some spring shopping. Yesterday, excitedly, she asked me to take her to the mall. “Sure,” I said with a smile that hid my clenched teeth. I knew this was not going to be a fun, mother daughter bonding experience. My daughter loves fashion. It should be a creative, harmless way of making a self statement, Right? Hmmm.
Our mission yesterday was to find some shorts and a bathing suit. Yikes! About two hours into our search, there were tears and frustration. After three hours, we bought mocha frappuccinos in attempt to cheer ourselves. (That did help some.) Then, exhausted from the hunt, we went home.
We brainstormed – what could we do? I suggested that perhaps she could buy some long pants that fit nicely, and then we could cut them off and hem them to just the right length. My daughter wasn’t so sure of my sewing prowess, so she didn’t go for it. I offered to take them to a professional tailor so that no one would ever know. Who knows, it may still come to that. How I wish that someone would open a boutique in our area with fun, funky, modest clothing for teens. It is much, much-needed!