cant recall last time Ive been this happy. My heart, inflated with helium, has reached such immense but weightless proportions that I am at serious risk of being pulled into the sun. I took my daughter to the shopping mall, the Fashion Valley, 1 mile shopping mall and I said Darling, your mother says you need new clothes; go get yourself some, I have the essence of American power and clout in my hand: I have what is called a credit card with a healthy credit line. Without which of course in America, life itself would not be possible. If life is made up of chemicals baby, most of them make plastic. The delight of a newly opening blossom blending the patterns of her childhood modesty with a fiery flirtation with style, dare I say or see womanhood? Is she really going to change into a woman? What cruel illusion, what twisted piece of transmutation is this? No one told me the little, soft, soiled ball of loveliness would ever turn into one of those. One of those bigger, more worldly ones. The ones that interrupts to say Igor, must you really lecture all the time? A discussion does not have to rest on the construction of an argument. Actually, I said the second sentence, in self-chastisement and a desire to get to a point where I might enter a room without someone else needing to leave it. Olivia is a brilliant star and no one, her father least, could ever deny her to burn her feminine fuel brightly at Macys, at Marcus Neilsen and Urban Outfitters; my knowledge of their importance gleamed only recently for my daughters benefit and shortly to be completely forgotten. It didnt matter; to watch a bird in flight, them swooping and grasping garments like precious gems, which of course will be treasured as they are now in my living room, watching my beloved does her mini catwalk dance, showing me the tops and bottoms she has chosen. She is my daughter, so in the stores, she kept asking me if the things she wanted were too expensive and if I had said yes she would have out them back. Instead I said, like a mantra, your mother said you needed new clothes; go get yourself some. Get yourself things that when you wear them, they make you feel happy. Remember, Im an American. With a credit line. But Olivia only acquires a half dozen things mainly at Urban Outfitters. So to loosen her hesitancy, I walk around suggesting items that look nice to me; most she dismisses but not all. I am a grown man on a Friday afternoon shopping for clothes with his 15 year old daughter in the shopping Mecca of affluent Southern California and Im helping her choose dresses with lace and skinny jeans and tops and I am really in absolute rapturous bliss. So this is what all the money in the world is for: to buy your daughter her teenage clothes. Any and everything else is economically superfluous. The sooner you start living that way, the richer you will be.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 05:57:45 +0000
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