Ah, retail therapy. She denied and tried to take offense to my referring to our shopping as that at first, stating "That outfit is really cute" and "Maggie will look ADORABLE in this." After $80 and only an outfit for each girl and realizing she was only just getting started shopping, she conceded that maybe this was retail therapy. We come by it honestly: Grandy was a big participant in retail therapy.
At the end of the day, we each wound up getting a couple spring dresses, spent more time together (and away from the hospital or Grandy's) than we have in months, and got the girls some new shoes, sandals, and sunglasses. Both girls appreciated their loot, but Maggie was so proud of her flip-flops. She has barely taken them off since Saturday.
Linking up with 52 weeks of Happiness at Leigh vs Laundry, Tuesdays around the World Communal Global, and Sweet Shot Tuesday at My 3 Boybarians