Confessions of Non-Shopper

So Robbie's mother has brain cancer. It's awful and terrible and she's doing really well. It's made everyone pretty motivated to do things we've put off. Like me for instance.

I'm not a big shopper. Shopping for me is not recreation. If I need something, I go and get it, I don't generally spend hours at the mall looking for bargains. Robbie's mom? Ho-ly shit she is the QUEEN of bargains and before she got sick she would be in the stores 5 nights out of 7. She would always come home with piles of things for us having literally spent pennies. For Christmas 5 years running she'd get me an entire wardrobe off the bargain racks, and she has excellent taste. There was on open invitation for me to go with her, but I hardly ever did. I figured we could shop any old time, but now I know we can't.

She called me earlier in the week to ask if I wanted to hit the malls and I nearly fell out of my chair. I think she was afraid I'd say no, but I couldn't have even if I didn't want to go. Losing her independence has been really hard on her and I could tell she just wanted to get out without her husband. He takes she out and about, but he won't tolerate her marathon sessions. We went Saturday and it was fun! She drove, which wasn't as crazy as I thought it would be. She seems more decisive since the brain surgery, which is no small thing. Of course she wouldn't let me pay for a single item and bought me lunch and a very adorable colorful shirt for our upcoming vacation.

We've made plans to go again a couple of times before Disney and I'm looking forward to it. I'm also stupid for not taking her up on her invitations before, but it's no use crying over spilled potion.