I was busy folding laundry.
Catgirl: I saw a really cute top!
Me: Oh, that's good.
Catgirl: Yeah, it's realllly cute...but...it's short-sleeved.
Me: I'm not buying you any short-sleeved tops. It's almost winter, besides you have a whole bunch. (I pointed to several that were waiting to be folded) What about the long-sleeved tops? Didn't you see any you liked?
Catgirl: Oh there weren't any long-sleeved tops, only short-sleeved ones. But the one I want is soooo cute...please, can I get it? It's only 9,95 €.
No long-sleeved tops? In a place as cold as Pamplona? I didn't know whether or not to buy that, but still, this is teen fashion we're talking about. And judging by the way most teenage girls walk around, it wouldn't be surprising that there weren't any long-sleeved tops.
Me: (Folding more tops) I'm sure it's reallly cute, but I'm still not buying you a short-sleeved top.
Pause. I start putting stuff away, thinking we were done....
Apparently we weren't.
Catgirl: (Follows me) If I give you a really good reason why I need that top, will you buy it for me?
Me: Unless that reason involves saving all of mankind from imminent disaster, probably not. (Okay, in real life I probably only said, "Probably not." But in my head I am just that funny.)
Catgirl: But it's a really good reason.
Me: Oh okay, tell me. But I probably still won't buy it.
Catgirl: Well....I want it to impress a boy.
My ears perked up. This was new.
Me: A boy?
My heart melted just a little...
Me: So, what does the shirt look like? (And that's when she knew she had me)
Catgirl: (gushing) It's a strappy black top that's fitted at the top, then blouses out a little and gets tighter at the bottom, and it's kind of pleated in the front. And it looks really good on me! (None too modest this girl of mine)
Me: Strappy? I thought you said short-sleeved. So, now we're talking about a top with no sleeves at all? And how are you supposed to wear that in the winter?
Catgirl: Oh, no big deal (as with all teens, everything in her life falls into two categories: no big deal and it's the end of the world) I can put a sweater over it. I wear tops like this all the time and I never get cold.
Okay, so I was about to give in to buying my daughter an entirely impractical top that she didn't really even need...but I was young once too.
Me: Oh, alright.
Catgirl started to hop around happily at this point.
Me: (Just to get the last word in) But you know you don't need a new top to impress a boy, it's not the top that should impress him.
Catgirl: Oh I know that, but I also really want that top.
Had I just been had, or what?
Still, this was the first time she'd ever mentioned liking a boy, even though I know this isn't the first. And we want to encourage that sort of communication...so we were buying that top.
We went to the mall to get it the next day. As we walked in, I noticed the store was full of long-sleeved tops. I pointed this out to Catgirl. To which she replied that those didn't count since she didn't like any of them.
Undeniable fact: A fifteen year old girl's perception differs greatly from that of her parents. If it doesn't interest her, it doesn't exist. Kind of like the mess in Catgirl's room...according to her, there is no mess.
Wonder if that could work for me? If I try hard enough maybe I can convince myself that there is no ironing to do...