Lilly was insistant on a pink bridesmaids dress -- this you already knew -- so now I have to buy pink shoes. Shoes I'll never wear again. Well, maybe I'll wear them again as an accent color. But I'll never wear the dress again for sure. Too, yew, ugly.
I went to PaySome Shoe Source to pick out a pair of white shoes that they'll dye the appropriate color. There were a handful of styles. Lilly said to pick out which ever kind I liked best so I did. It has little flowers that go across the foot.
The sales woman asked me my size. I told her 6. I have worn a size six since I was 14. Well, I tried them on and they felt tight.
"When's the last time you bought shoes," she asked.
"About a year ago."
"Hum, I think we need to measure your foot."
My foot? I thought they only did that with kids. So, okay, I nodded and she brought the device over and measured.
"You're a six and a half."
"My foot grew?"
"Yes," she said. "That can happen due to pregnancy, weight gain and age."
"Age?"
"Yes, age. Are these the shoes you want? We have them in your size."
I nodded. Yes, my size. Just what I always wanted: Pink shoes and a growing, aging foot.
I placed my order and left the store feeling, well, different and not in a good way. Who wants a larger foot? Really, what's going to get larger next? My butt? My stomach? My thighs? Certainly not my ego.
I went to PaySome Shoe Source to pick out a pair of white shoes that they'll dye the appropriate color. There were a handful of styles. Lilly said to pick out which ever kind I liked best so I did. It has little flowers that go across the foot.
The sales woman asked me my size. I told her 6. I have worn a size six since I was 14. Well, I tried them on and they felt tight.
"When's the last time you bought shoes," she asked.
"About a year ago."
"Hum, I think we need to measure your foot."
My foot? I thought they only did that with kids. So, okay, I nodded and she brought the device over and measured.
"You're a six and a half."
"My foot grew?"
"Yes," she said. "That can happen due to pregnancy, weight gain and age."
"Age?"
"Yes, age. Are these the shoes you want? We have them in your size."
I nodded. Yes, my size. Just what I always wanted: Pink shoes and a growing, aging foot.
I placed my order and left the store feeling, well, different and not in a good way. Who wants a larger foot? Really, what's going to get larger next? My butt? My stomach? My thighs? Certainly not my ego.
