My mother had clothes she didn't want.
She had me try them on.
I am now the proud owner of:
- one blue turtleneck
- one black turtleneck
(both of these are really warm! good for this time of year...)
- one gray silk shirt
- one knee-length skirt, black, pleated, with pinstripes (too bad I won't be able to wear this for a while... damn winter...)
and I could have gotten some pants, too, but they didn't fit. I'm normally a 16, although I can be a 14; my mom seems to have a knack for buying pants that do not in any way resemble the size written on their label, so I tried on two or three pairs of size 18 pants that were too tight. My mom agrees this makes no sense.
also, my parents and I saw
Spanglish yesterday. It won't give away much to say that there is a mother-daughter relationship that is central to this film. And my mother cried. She said she was sad that we'd never really have that.
I vaguely remember my mother saying once that she wanted two kids. I'm an only child. It wouldn't surprise me if she wanted a boy and a girl, and so she's crying now because she's getting the daughter she always wanted but in this strange sort of belated way.
Anyway, I am pleasantly surprised at all this. She seems to be taking all this quite well.