It is very easy to tell the tourists from the actual shoppers. The tourists look more like myself, mom jeans, bad haircut, cheap shirt and homemade purse. The actual shoppers have designer purses and shoes that you’ve only seen in magazines. Their haircut cost more than the birth of my last child and they are fancy.
Damion suggest that I take the girls into Sephora for a little “girl time”. I was so excited that maybe I could buy some new make up but everywhere I looked there was vulgar makeup names. It was so vulgar, I’m not going to post it on here. Why does every fancy makeup designer feel the need to name some of their collections with body parts and sexual things? It made me feel a little ill. No I would not like my eyeshadow name to be more embarrassing than my yearly OB exam.
Finally we made our way to Nordstrom because I wanted to try on Tom’s shoes. Truth be told, Damion and I both have feet sightly wider than a VW bug so of course, they didn’t fit. Damion did however get a kick out of all the fancy clothes, furs, and shoes. On the way out I actually touched a pair of Louboutins (shoes for you guys that don’t know) and they were only $800…. for one pair of shoes.
It made me sad. Really. I know why. The night before our trip I had spent time of my brother-in-laws blog about his mission to bring a sustainable food source into third world countries. There are pictures of babies asleep on concrete floors, shacks that are literally falling down, and hungry orphans. Then I walked into a mall where luxury is at every turn and in way, it’s not even luxury, it’s gluttony and greed. I know that’s harsh to say so please don’t think I’m judging you if you don’t share my same feelings. I’m not, I’m just trying to write down my feelings.
How can I desire or long for any of those things when the people in Haiti only long for food that day? How greedy am I to wish for riches when I am a millionaire in the eyes of those people? I am so greedy Lord. Forgive me.