What fun! What could be better than shopping for a frilly little baby outfit? Jerusalem is full of baby clothes stores, I could see all those shop windows I generally avoid because they're too tempting. Now would be my chance to go in and get something really special.
In the end, I thought I was in an episode of Twilight Zone. Most of the stores had disappeared or no longer had infant sections. And when I found baby clothes, they all looked like pyjamas. And I had orders to get "something that looks like a dress, not pyjamas!" I even tried the "chain stores," which had the most boring selections, davka, each branch a different selection. And I even went into a fancy store where I had gotten something special for the eldest.
After going through all of downtown Jerusalem and the Malcha Mall I found what I considered an adorable outfit. On my way home, my daughter met the bus in Ofra and I handed her the package through the backdoor. Then my phone rang:
"You got the wrong size and the colors aren't flattering."So the next day (yesterday) I went to Jerusalem via Ofra and picked up the outfit. I visited more branches of "Golf Infant" and found a different outfit, davka, in the Pisgat Ze'ev Mall. On my way home, again I passed the package through the backdoor in Ofra. Then the phone rang:
"Oops! I knew I should have had more to eat and drink. But those were the only colors they were selling, pale pink and weak brown."
"This one is much better, thanks!"