This morning Rachel suggested heading back out for another quick shopping trip to get some accessories for her graduation outfit. She had already spent so much on the dress and the body suit to wear underneath it, I was a little surprised that she wanted more. But I had enjoyed our shopping trip last weekend so much that I agreed to go out with her again. We went to Saks 5th Ave.
While we were driving there I confessed, with a great deal of shame, that I would probably never wear the bikini she bought for me last weekend because my religion forbids bikinis. I thought she might be angry, but instead she just suggested that I get a cover-up to wear with it. I told her I would look for one at the store. I had really expected her to mock and make fun of me because I’m letting my religious beliefs affect what I wear, but she didn’t even react to that.
We separated in the store, I started looking through the swimwear, and within 15 minutes she had joined me with a very simple looking pair of black flats and a small clutch. I was surprised she shopped so quickly.
I found a cover-up that I really liked for $160, but started searching for sales because I definitely wasn’t going to spend that much. Rachel started looking too, and found one she liked. It was cute and black, and I was surprised she would want to wear black to the beach, but she said she was going to buy it. I ended up finding a very simple one that was $68 and told her I was going to get it. She said she would buy it for me and I had to argue with her that I would pay for my own things. I was feeling bad enough about her buying the bikini.
We got to the register and her shoes rang up at $450, the clutch at $1200, and her cover-up at $850. I felt super embarrassed that her cover-up, which she didn’t really need and hadn’t even gone to the store intending to buy, cost more than 10 times the one that I was buying. Between today’s purchases and what she bought last weekend, she had spent enough to buy a decent used car.
I couldn’t keep my mouth shut about it much longer. On the drive home, I casually said, “Work must be paying well, huh.” And she said that her company had given her a substantial bonus for finishing law school. I wanted so badly to ask how much, but I didn’t, and she didn’t volunteer.
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