At the shoe store, when I ask K,
"Should I buy this pair of shoes or these?"K knows to say,
"You should definitely buy BOTH. Definitely. Both."
He is a good man.
Though he doesn't UNDERSTAND about women and shoes, he has learned how to get along with this woman (and her shoes.)
I am despondent about the whole realm of shoes these days.
Shoes, belts, bags and accessories in general have too much bling for me.
It is the era of The Great National Over-Bling.
I am not bling-ity.
[Unless I am making a fanetti.]
I often buy clothes in solid colors because I can't figure out what matches what.
If only there were adult Granimals.
Because of the reign of the Bling-So-Much Movement I haven't been able to find a single pair of shoes that I like in a really long time.
Not a single pair of shoes.
Sisters, (sorry Mad) that is just wrong.
I bought The Rooster a sah-weet, little pair of summer sandals.
She received the sandals with great enthusiasm and put them on straight away.
Though she is only just learning to talk, she spent the rest of the day looking up at me and saying,
"Sandals!! --- Pretty!! --- I LIKE 'em!!"
It felt almost as good as a shoe score for myself.
Now if only my next move hadn't been to teach her the word "clock."
She spent all of the next day looking for K's travel alarm clock and yelling,
"I WANT C0CK!!!"
Oh, daughter. How the joys do mount up.