Rita's favorite season is fast approaching. This weekend she's gone headfirst into her HSN/QVC browsing mode. Sunday Morning on CBS? Hmmmmph. I'm blogging to the sounds of some bubble-head doing her best to sell Rita a pressure cooker.
Seriously. It's like crack to her. And what's even odder -- SHE HATES TO SHOP.
I, of course, adore shopping. Just not via the tube.
I particularly like to gift those I love (and seek to dress in a style of my choosing) with warm, fuzzy, stylish sweaters.
Lands End and Eddie Bauer holiday catalogs send me over the edge.
A snazzy argyle. A fine cashmere. A thick, chunky, handknit import from the British Isles.
One of my favorite post-Holiday shopping activities is to peruse clearance tables piled high with men's sweaters. I have several lovely steals from the local Gap outlet that I wear as a coat until 'real' winter arrives.
So you can imagine my reaction the first time I presented Rita with one of my bargain finds for herself -- a lovely V-Neck shetland in a fabulous soft gray green.
She didn't shriek or run away -- but it was a decidedly mommie dearest decree -- no v-necks. Ever.
That almost ended the relationship before it began.
But I don't give up.
Rita will be the first to tell you I'm a strong believer in assimilation.
Each and every Fall when the catalogs start arriving I try again.
"Isn't it lovely? It's a shallow v, not really noticeable."
"Well, with a turtleneck under it it's not really a v-neck."