Two words you don’t want to hear on summer vacation. I rolled out of bed this morning, spied the rain and promptly went back to bed. Sometime after 9a.m. I was awakened with the magic words “outlet shopping.” Piling into the family SUV with my parents and my now-married sister brought back memories of vacays past. My sister and I cracking jokes in the backseat as we slowly approached our destination: the Rehoboth Beach Outlets, tax free shopping at it’s finest.
After parking the car in a lovely gravel pit, the fam split up. My dad bolting to Orvis, eager to buy a new fly rod, mom and sis joining the masses at J. Crew, and I trying hard as hell not to spend any money. After an hour of poking around Wedgewood and the discount shoe stores, temptation caught up with me. Student loans be damned, consumerism is calling my name. I wound up buying some inexpensive jewelry and a lovely pair of purple Ralph sunglasses.
You’ve got to love those family shopping trips!