|(Bronze me, I'm statuesque)|
Cardigan: This is teal button up cardigan was purchased for me by Grandma during the great Express shopping spree of Sept '09. For the record: When Grandma takes me on shopping sprees like that, I am NOT responsible for anything that is purchased. In those situations, I'm the brake and she's the gas. Obviously, I LOVE getting an entire work wardrobe purchased for me, but it's a complicated transaction...
There are really four different stages I go through whenever my grandma takes me shipping- especially now that I'm a "grown woman" with a "full-time job" who has her "own money". First, I feel guilty that I'm allowing my Grandma to spend whatever money she has on hand (she gets her cash from Auntie, German retribution checks, SSI, and selling her clothing designs at a chic Vegas spa) on me. Then I pretend I don't like anything in the store. Then she brings something over to me and tells me to try it on. Obviously she has an amazing eye (she's a freaking FASHION DESIGNER, hello!) so anything she picks out is gonna look awesome on me. (That is the third stage, for those keeping track at home.)
The final stage of the transaction is my Grandma has now gone and grabbed whatever item she had me try on in EVERY color and print they sell it in and pilled it on the counter. I tell her it's too much and she gets mad, insisting that I REALLY need this stuff or what am I going to wear?!?!? Of couse, I can't let my Grandma be MAD at me, so I let her buy me the loot.
So I suppose the point of this story is... if a fashionable Hungarian woman insists on purchasing $300 worth of cardigans and wrap dresses at Express for you, just go along with her.