My boy and I took each other shopping on Saturday, followed by a trip to the movies (for my review, click here).
The trip was arguably successful. Arguably because we came home with some great purchases, but not necessarily what we set out to buy.
I bought a clutch, dress and jacket – all matching.
Were I in a Carrie from Sex and the City mood, I might get married in it.
This is another example of picking and choosing the traditions we want to have.
Which is, of course, the only way to go.