Let me shop, damn it!

Day 4:

Fashion in Paris = black

I saw one red scarf today on a local (or at least, assumed local) woman. Everyone else? Black. Head to toe. Maybe a gray belt to spice things up a bit.

All sarcasm aside, they look fantastic in the inky garb. Chic and sophisticated. And, I am happy to report, not a yoga pant in sight. 

So guess what is on my Christmas shopping list? Correct! Black, head to toe.

Today, I did my best to beef up the dark side of my wardrobe, but all I came home with; black boots. Albeit, stunningly, adorable black boots, but still, just a single pair of shoes. The one item purchased thus far on this shopaholics trip in Paris, the fashion capital of the world. 

Want to know why that's all the success I have had? Let me assure you, it is not a lack of stores or conservative spending that has kept my purchases so minimal. Instead, I point my finger at the men that are accompanying me on these shopping outings.  The boots were the only thing I could buy in the allotted ONE HOUR my brothers and dad permitted me to shop today! I am in PARIS and you allow me ONE single hour on the Champs-Elysee??!  Are you kidding me??

It's like I'm dying of thirst and they showed me a picture of a glass of water. 

There is a special circle in hell reserved for you three.

The 26th is reserved for 24 hours of mother/daughter shopping. And no man will stand in our way.

xo k