Shopping with Mother

I drove my mom to a wedding ceremony (we don't call it receptions here, it's all ceremony till the end) about 3 km away from home. We arrived early, 11.30 am because I hate to be caught in the lunch traffic (about 12.00 to 2.00 pm) and she was ok with it.

Hit it early, and a fast getaway, my motto for attending any wedding ceremony.

My mom met a few of her friends, mostly teachers or those people who worked in schools, including the clerks, even gardeners. (School staffs are a tight knit family....) I just ate the things served (not memorable for description) and we left the place 20 minutes later after my mom said hi to the bride's parents.

Then, my mom decided to go to the city to buy some cloth for the Eid, which is still MONTHS away. And away we go on Helios (which was fortunately serviced for the first time earlier this morning).
Above is a picture of her, looking at some fabrics in the biggest cloth store in town. Truth be told, I never knew my mom to be so fussy in choosing! We walked around the big place THREE TIMES, me following my mom as she hadn't made up her mind which fabric or design to chose.

I pity the saleswoman who followed us around the place, as my mom touched things and me commenting on them.

At last we stopped at the rows of fabrics she liked and I personally chose one (expensive!) cloth for her. She chose another design from the next rack, and in the end I ended up paying for both. Sorry, i forgot to take the picture :( It was golden with roses and other flowers. 

I suspected my mom to love roses before this, and she admitted it this afternoon.

My mother rarely received gifts from me. I realized this. Really.

So when it rains, it pour buckets!


Rock Chef said...

Aw, nice of you to treat your mum like that. The cloth looks wonderful. Places like that over here tend to be rather less interesting, but I guess it is a cultural thing.

You should buy your mum things more often :-)

Shadowthorne @ Ramzu Zahini said...

RC; I was born an insensitive person. Normally i care less about the feeling of others.

And my mom is one to hide her feelings well.

I give her stuffs once in a while.

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