Comments on: I never met a shop window I didn’t love http://blog.faboverfifty.com/2009/11/20/i-never-met-a-shop-window-i-didnt-love/ Celebrating Women of Style and Substance Tue, 07 Feb 2012 18:41:14 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1 By: Geri http://blog.faboverfifty.com/2009/11/20/i-never-met-a-shop-window-i-didnt-love/comment-page-1/#comment-80 Geri Sat, 21 Nov 2009 21:29:22 +0000 http://blog.faboverfifty.com/?p=840#comment-80 Hi Francine, I love your description of how your mother wanted to dress you. Geri Hi Francine,

I love your description of how your mother wanted to dress you.

Geri

]]> By: Francine http://blog.faboverfifty.com/2009/11/20/i-never-met-a-shop-window-i-didnt-love/comment-page-1/#comment-79 Francine Sat, 21 Nov 2009 20:30:27 +0000 http://blog.faboverfifty.com/?p=840#comment-79 I have to say my main indulgence is probably theatre/concert/dance tickets. I'd love to add "opera" to that sentence, but it's hideously expensive! Shopping in stores gives me a headache tout de suite, but I can happily browse online boutiques and fashion blogs for hours. When I was a child, shopping meant fighting with my mother (who wanted to dress me like a miniature 50-year-old). When I was a penniless young thing, shopping in stores meant the icy stares of haughty salesladies who seemed to suspect me of having grubby hands or planning to shoplift, so I gravitated to thrift stores. Now I just don't have the patience to walk around to places that may or may not have anything that suits or fits me.... so I still go to thrift stores. But thank heavens for the Web. :) I have to say my main indulgence is probably theatre/concert/dance tickets. I’d love to add “opera” to that sentence, but it’s hideously expensive! Shopping in stores gives me a headache tout de suite, but I can happily browse online boutiques and fashion blogs for hours. When I was a child, shopping meant fighting with my mother (who wanted to dress me like a miniature 50-year-old). When I was a penniless young thing, shopping in stores meant the icy stares of haughty salesladies who seemed to suspect me of having grubby hands or planning to shoplift, so I gravitated to thrift stores. Now I just don’t have the patience to walk around to places that may or may not have anything that suits or fits me…. so I still go to thrift stores. But thank heavens for the Web. :)

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