Conspiracy a Brewin’!
A couple of weeks ago I went to my nieces 3rd birthday party. What I haven’t told you is the resulting conspiracy against me because of the gift that I gave her.
Here’s the whole story:
A couple of days before the party I asked a friend if there was any place other than Children’s Place to buy toddler/baby cloths for a 3 year old. I didn’t feel like driving all the way out to Town Center Plaza (not to be confused with the County Club Plaza by you out of town readers. They're TOTES different!) She told me she had a friend that works at/owns a little boutique in Prairie Village called Mady & Me. My pal tells me about the shop and all the cute little kid stuff they have (she’s quite the saleslady that pal). I decide to go after work on the Friday, before the party (the party was on a Saturday). When I get to the shop I walk in and get greeted, by a very nice (and pretty) sales lady by who goes by Melinda, that’s the friend of my pal. We chitchat about how I know her friend and some other small talk. In the meantime she is showing me a couple of nice outfits for little girls. But I’m kind undecided about what she shows me. All of the clothing items were nice but I needed to keep in mind that if Sophia’s mom doesn’t like the outfit she’ll never let her wear it, regardless of what Sophia thinks about it. (I essentially have to please two girls with one purchase) Besides, she’s three what does a three year old know what she likes anyway?
So I pick out a nice fall looking outfit that has a brown long sleeve shirt with pink pants with brown and white poke-a-dots on the pants. It also has some kind of fall looking design or emblem on the front of the shirt.
Here’s the outfit pic I just got by special request.
Melinda the sales lady wraps it up, and while she’s ringing me up she reminds me that I also need a card to put in the bag. So I quickly buy a card and toss it in the bag. (Of course I forgot about the card and never filled it out. So what, it’s for a 3 year old, she can’t read yet).
So at the party on Saturday, Sophia is opening gift and my sister is writing down the roster of who got her what so The SIL can send out thank you cards later. I’m being handed the cards by Sophia, so I can tell my sister who the gifts are from, then this conversation takes place:
“What did you get her?” The SIS asked.
“Just a little fall outfit.”
“Where’d you get it?”
“Mady & Me in Prairie Village?”
“Why did you go there?”
“A friend of mine suggested it to me.”
“Who?”
“A friend, what’s with the inquisition? Ya’ll know I have friends that are girls, so what’s the big deal?”
“Is she single?”
“Ugh. Here we go again.”
“How do you know her?”
“UGH! Drop it!”
Now Sophia FINALLY gets to my gift, pulls it out of the bag, looks at it, says “Mommy look!” Then comes running up to me for a hug and to say thank you. Then she hands it to her mom who holds it up so every one can see it. Then the inquisition begins – Who picked that out? Did you pick that out? I don’t think you picked that out.
I was just totally dumbfounds me that these women folk in my family don’t think that I have the enough fashion sense that I can’t even pick out a simple outfit for a 3 year old. I picked out the clothes I bought her last Christmas and I didn’t get this kind of backlash and those were just as kick-ass.
So the conspiracy is that they (the women folk in my family) thank I have some kind of person (or persons) who go out and picks out these kids clothes and then I take all of the credit. Well I’m here to tell you that I don’t have anyone that picks out the clothes themselves that’s all on me. BUT what I do is ask various women friends (I call them all pals) as to where I should go for these gifts. But then it’s all on me (The D) to do the final decision on the gifts. NOW, in this case Melinda (the lady that works there) did show me a few options so I just wasn’t wandering around the store aimlessly. But again I have the final say in all of the purchases that I make regarding the kids in the family. And it will stay that way until I meet someone that would be willing to take over these types of responsibilities. Which, as it’s going might be a while.
So I hope this puts a final end to this conspiracy that the women folk in my family have against me.
If you need to buy clothes for the little kids in your life go to Mady & Me, their mmmaaaarvelous!
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