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Shopping and I are not best friends. I would much rather participate in almost any activity other than cruising the mall. However, there are outfits for special events that require perusing a multitude of stores in search of the perfect item. This weekend was one of those forays.
My mother and I traveled to Penn Square Mall hunting for the ideal dresses for my nephew’s upcoming wedding. Rain splattered the windshield taunting my expedition. Hoisting my purse on my shoulder, off I charged through the dreaded doors.
We found ourselves in a sea of blue, pink, green, and black silk, taffeta, sequins, and glitter. Somewhere amid these racks resided our treasure: the dress that made us appear tall, slim, and beautiful.
Tucked in dressing rooms surrounded by hooks adorned with a plethora of styles, we began the torture of putting on and taking off. We discovered dresses that made us look like boxes, revealed our cleavage, displayed all our defects, and highlighted our age. 
Five hours later, 20 mall miles traipsed, iced tea and Chick-Fil-A nuggets settled in our stomachs, feet and backs throbbing and aching, the mission was accomplished. Wanna see what they look like? You’ll have to wait until I post a wedding picture next month.
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