Spent two hours online this morning. Spent is the wrong word really. Wasted would be more appropriate. Although today I didn’t actually spend any money, doing my usual thing of filling a basket with clothes the kids “need” and then balking at the last minute when I see the final price, with shipping added. That last six pounds or twenty dollars just seems to make all the difference. Mostly its because I know that the kids just don’t need distressed carpenter jeans, waffle long sleeved tees in sky or berry (blue and red)or triple roll socks in robot or cool lines (pattern and stripes) or jackets in teal, graphite or burnt orange(green, grey and rust). This morning I spend most of my time getting sore eyes scrolling through reviews.
My active four year old just loves the funky design of these socks and his mommy loves that they don’t shrink!
. Chigago, Il
Priority – style and cuteness).
My normally fussy pre teen finally agreed to wear these jeans last week and hasn’t taken them off since! I bought them in two more colours!
Age :35-40, Middle
priority – comfort.
I usually sneer at these reviews, the women who wrote them and their attention to detail.
Cuffs sometimes roll up, ..
wasn’t keen on style of button..
buckles might scratch leather couch.
But I am the same really. And I’m totally with them in the quest for picture perfect kids. As well as that those reviews are actually useful. Who wants beautiful faded cords that sit perfectly on the skateboarding sneaker if they are going to tear up a leather couch? Or pyjama tops that are too short after one wash?
Even thinking about going online has my fingers itching to see if there are any cosy pyjamas left in the winter sales.
Why do I waste so much time on the internet? Could I call it gathering useful information? Information! Who am I fooling?
You have four items in your shopping bag.
This item is no longer available in taupe.
We now have skinny jeans in husky sizes!
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Time to shut the lap top and walk away. Load the dishwasher and try and slow my heartbeat down a bit. Look out the kitchen window, take a few deep breaths and see is there any drying out for the pile of softly coloured, wet waffle tops in the washing basket.