choices. In clothing.

We finally made it to choices.

Writing blogposts after the fact is confusing. I’d left myself a breadcrumb trail of titles, but this one appears to have drifted from its day. When I thought back I realised we did choices on the Tues in between arguing with Small about leaving the house (and not then leaving the house, sigh) and getting back almost in time to walk to swimming lessons but not quite, so having to go in the car.

Which means we went on a Tuesday. But the post title was saved against the Thursday, which is just wrong, as the Thursday was Tim’s birthday, and I remember most of that.

Hm.

So, choices.

Ppl have been telling me about choices since we moved here, with almost the same regularity as ppl tell me about the Poffleys. (No, I haven’t met them.) And I thought it was just one of those things that ppl talk about.

I was so wrong. Choices is fabulous. Small didn’t come with us, but that turned out to be good, as we found some fantastic extra presents for him. Big was in her element – we found her a fabulous sundress (M&S, presumably last season, full length cotton, rainbow, lined, with tag still on!), a couple of lovely tops, pair of denim pedal pushers, and a pair of Brownie trousers. Given she’s moving up to guides in the autumn her whole brownie uniform can go back to choices then 🙂

All in all, we were there well over an hour, and could have been much longer – didn’t go near the small ppl clothing, and only wandered past the boys stuff. I was fairly restrained in what we bought, but it was so bargainous that it didn’t matter all that much anyway – I can see it being added in to our schedule on a reasonably frequent basis 🙂