I used to love school shopping! Long gone are the days when you could get acid-washed stretch jeans for $9.99...*sigh*
I'd never make it in today's high schools. Thank goodness the whole "Sixteen Candles" thrift shop thing was still cool when I was in school. When I was a freshman, we'd go shopping at 'Rave' and I could get an entire wardrobe for $150! Underwear and accessories included! Man. I pass that store now in the mall and I think, Good Jaysus, who would let their daughters out of the house in *that*??? I'm aging before my time.
By graduation I'd moved on to the Gap, but that was as name-brand as it got for me. Man, we COMBED those thrift stores. When I was a senior, the whole grungy t-shirt thing was in, so we could stock up on those for 2$ apiece! Camp Whattamadinky and all those soccer tees...now I see Abercrombie and Fitch selling them for $30 dollars each! Men's blue jeans for $5 a pair. Our wardrobes were humongous, and cheap as dirt. I'd have never made it as a homecoming queen- I couldn't bear to pay retail price for clothing, even then!
My parents knew not to go shopping with me at the mall because they'd lose their sanity in a millisecond. My dad occasionally took me shopping, but he had a strict five minute limit for dressing rooms. If I wasn't out of there in five minutes he'd leave me alone in the store with no way to pay for the clothes!
Wait until it's formal time! My mother and I got into hissing fights over those dresses. We'd both collapse in tears in the dressing room after long days of her suggesting I wear whatever froufy chiffon concoction she could come up with and me insisting that I could be seen in nothing more than six inches of fabric below my rear end or I'd be banished to the dork hall of fame. I think I'm going to call her and apologize now.