"Steph. This is your Dad. Do you want to join me for some meaningless, mindless, aimless, and utterly pointless shopping for the sole purpose of I'm feeling depressed?"
"Are these good pants (modeling)?"
"They have PLEATS, Dad, PLEATS."
"SINCE WHEN WERE PLEATS NOT OKAY STEPHANIE?!?"
"Um. Since the late '80's."
Two pairs of shoes (one for me, one for him,) Two pairs of pants, (unpleated, both for him,) One shirt (him, not lavender,) One sparkly glass orb thing (his, duh,) and one pair of earrings (mine, thankfully,) later we are both feeling much better about the state of the world.