A day of rest

Does anyone really rest on Sundays anymore?

My daughter and I headed to the mall this afternoon. I despise shopping on weekends; I'm not fond of crowds, parking is always at a premium and everything in the stores has been pawed through several times over. Still, when the kid has a hectic homework, social life and sports schedule, and needs (*something which I am not allowed to mention on this blog*), it's fairly difficult to come up with a time that's convenient to everyone.

So off we went to our local multi-story shopping emporium.

The area I live in is fairly recently built-up (starting in the early 1970s) but our mall has been renovated with an eye to both design and nostalgia. I especially love the Art-Deco style lighting throughout... it really stands out against the modern steel beams and glass ceiling. Today was another bright, frigid winter day - and the contrast was really startling.

We did find the unmentionables, and I got out of there with only three small bags and a slight dent to the credit card. A successful afternoon all around!