Madness at the Mall

With Karen’s wedding now less than 6 months away, Becca and I finally agreed to seriously talk about bridesmaid dresses. Karen’s original request to go looking back in the spring was rejected by the two of us, who argued that we didn’t need to buy so early. (Aren’t we such lovely, agreeable bridesmaids? Sheesh.)
There are three of us. Becca has dark brown hair and olive skin. I’ve got light brown-to-blonde hair and fair, freckle-ridden skin. Ashley, who we’ve only seen in pictures, appears to have red hair and pale skin like mine. Finding a dress — and a color! — that looks good on all of us is going to be challenging.
Nonetheless, Becca and I headed to the Galleria to try on the dresses at Ann Taylor, where we’ve previously decided to buy the dresses from. If we’re buying dresses, we might as well get something of good quality. In 45 minutes, we blew through at least a dozen dresses in different styles and colors. We were like machines! Try on dress, take picture. Try on dress, take picture. Ashley and Karen now get to check out the pictures and hear our thoughts, and hopefully we found something good.
As for the rest of the mall, well, if I didn’t know better I would’ve assumed Thanksgiving had already passed. Not only was the place absolutely packed, but every store had their Christmas decorations up. Every store except Nordstrom’s, that is. Nordstrom’s had a sign in the window saying that they like to celebrate one holiday at a time, and as such, they would not be putting up any Christmas decorations until after Thanksgiving. I really liked that stance. I think part of the reason this time of year always feels so hectic is that we begin getting bombarded with Christmas decorations, music, and messages almost for two months in advance.
After the dresses, Jose and I wandered off looking for a couple items, while Becca and Byron went in a different direction looking for a new purse. I found a new shirt at Eddie Bauer on sale for $15! I bought that, along with three pairs of socks. Jose found a new pair of khakis like he wanted. Between the two of us, we got out of the gigantic, very upscale shopping mall with less money spent than yesterday at Target.
I’m not sure what that says about us, but I’m sure it says something.