Today my sisters, little brother, and I went shopping. Nothing like a 50% off sale to bring us together. We searched and rummaged and looked for treasures. And I wish I had a picture to describe each of us and our selections. In a naive and superficial way I can try to describe us using a sentence or two.
Sarah looked for warm stuff…the smallest in size, she only worried not to be swallowed by a large sweater or coat. Classic and traditional but always seeking change.
Hanaa looked for the funky. Sweaters with a native vibe, fur lining, and hanging threads. She is earthy and lively but in a world of her own.
Hamzah found three pairs of black shoes. None of the tshirts or jackets had any images or extra colors. He may seem simple but he knows exactly what he wants.
I searched for looser and colorful tops, so I could still free and comfortable, mom-appropriate but still reminiscent of my younger me. My biggest worries, not looking like I borrowed from my smaller sized sister’s closet something that makes me look ill-shaped. I think I know me.
And I couldn’t help picking out a thing or 5 for my little ray of sunshine.
And at the end of our shopping adventure, we cheered ourselves for scoring such good deals…good ol value village and their half priced sale days.