Musings of Mommy Dearest: Funny---

So, I was thinking about our Paris trip this morning and it made me smile (Yay!). I was remembering about how obnoxious I was when I insisted IH buy me some "real French lingerie" to add to my collection at home. He must have thought I only sort of wanted some, because he definitely was not on a mission to buy any. He was too busy admiring Paris; walking along the river, checking out old museums and buildings that oozed with culture. But I wasn't....well I was, but as IH was enjoying the picturesque view of the Seine, I was secretly searching the streets for a cute lingerie boutique where I could find the perfect little lacy frill. A part of me was even a little peeved at IH for not looking for one, himself.

Finally, we came across a quaint little store filled with color-coded unmentionables. It was perfect--small, stocked, and with an antique staircase that led to the fitting room. It was so Paris. The saleslady asked if she could help, and then proceeded to tell us that we were the first Arizonans that had ever been in the store. Score one for us! The first ever--wow.

So I picked out a really cute slip, and she came up to me and gave me teddies and such that she insisted would look great on me. The one piece I had chosen was black, and she turned up her nose and said, "You are in Paris--you can get black anywhere. Get some color."

I'm sure she was right. So I went into the dressing room with IH, and was in the middle of changing as she walked in to "assist me." I totally get where she was coming from, I mean, it's Europe, and that's completely normal, I'm sure. But where I come from, I would just about freak if a saleslady walked into my dressing room as I tried on a skimpy doo-dad, especially one that's see-through. She tells me that what I have on is not right for my body, and began to pull this way and that. I was--how do you say? Uncomfortable. But in the end, she knew what she was doing. I picked out a light green babydoll/panty ensemble that was gorgeous--and fit like a glove.

It's funny to think back on because I was such a brat about the whole lingerie thing, and as ET would say, "That's what you get." Yes, I got my lingerie. Yes, it was beautiful. But I had to expose my boobies to a stranger to get it. So yes, in the end, I guess I got what I deserved.