Beanie maybes

About a week or two ago, my mum and I decided to go shopping. I'm no longer fitting into anything I wear, so we went on an excursion. I begrudgingly went as I knew I needed to, but wasn't looking forward to the reality behind the size I was surely gonna fit in to. Anyway, it wasn't as bad as I pictured, it was nice to put on clothes that I wasn't bulging out of, such as most of the clothes in my closet, so I spent quite a pretty penny on new stuff. The best was getting to the front of the line with my $450 in new clothes only to realize I had forgotten my wallet. Muuuuuum!!!" So, with an ample amount of new clothes and an extra $450 in my pocket (kidding Mum, I am giving you the $$$ back!) we kept on shopping. We ended up going in to Mark's Work Wearhouse as Shawn wanted me to grab him socks. This store is completely empty, as I imagine it is normally, but especially during the week which is when we were there. I'm guessing there were about 10 shoppers sporadically planted throughout this big box store. I wasn't wearing my wig that day, just a hat. I figured I'd check out the hat selection while we were there; I'm now always on the lookout for new hats. They had a great selection of various beenie hats and I love beanie hats, I've always looked fabulous in them, but I don't think I own any now, so I grabbed a bunch of styles and headed to the mirror. The mirror was located close enough to the change rooms, which are in the middle of the store, that I didn't feel the need to hide in a change room to take off my hat. There were only a few people around anyway. I took off my hat, my mum was just perusing the rack that was right next to me. Anyway, she turned around to look at me as I pulled this beanie on to my head in front of the mirror. No sooner did my mum let out the loudest laugh ever when she looked at me as I was guffawing at my reflection saying "Omigod! I look like one of The Seven Dwarfs!" This was way more than she could handle. She started empatically nodding her head in agreement with me (she had this image as well) but couldn't speak as she was by this point letting out belly laughs, she was on a tyrant of laughter, drawing mortified glances from the people that could see us. She had to walk away from me to collect herself, but she couldn't really do that as I kept putting on more and more beanies and making her look at me. She was crying by this time and could not stop laughing at me, she was purple. What the people around us must've thought! This horrible woman laughing at her poor daughter who is so obviously sick! Too funny! It was great, I couldn't stop laughing at my mum laughing, and we were quite a site. When I pulled the hat down, my ears stuck out and I looked like Dopey Smurf. It was funny and the fact that my mum was laughing like that at me was even funnier! It's okay to laugh with and even at 'sick people'. I find it comforting to know that as much as people change the way they interact with you, I could still count on my mum to be 'normal' with me. On any other day, she would've made fun of me and hasn't changed and she was unapologetic about it. That felt good. Anyway, it turns out the beanies aren't as bad as they were in the store. When I got home and told Shawn the story, we were looking for a hat so I could show him what I meant. I found a winter one and showed him with a "See!" followed by his "It's because you're not doing it right! Here, look, do it this way" and voila! It didn't look bad! "It doesn't go under your ears silly, it goes over, like this!" Okay, that makes sense, although now conversation is garbled as I can't hear with my ears covered, but that's how you wear it, I get it now. I may be able to pull off the beanie after all, thanks honey!!! :D