Small town America. Gotta love it.
I was cleaning out my closet and discovered that I apparently have simple taste in shoes. I found three pairs of black shoes. All with the same heel height. They're a different, um,
I apparently have classic taste when it comes to shoes.
Part of the problem, though, and I say this in my own defense is that I've got flat feet and rolling ankles. So I can't wear things that are really flat or I'll be icing a body part at the end of the day. I used to!!! Not anymore.
With my simple taste (I just need something to go with jeans!) and complex needs (support my ankles, please), Imagine me taking my daughter shoe shopping.
Mini-Me HATES to shop. If there are too many choices and nothing is especially cute - or particularly pink - she really can't pick.
Tennis shoes. She wants CUTE. She wants PINK. Those are not always available in a women's shoe. Other than say, Converse.
So what's a mom to do??
I try to explain to her that really the tennis shoes she wears on a constant, daily basis should be expected to be dinged up and beat up. They don't necessarily have to be CUTE.
Her: *frown* *sagging shoulders*
What's a mom to do??
|Yes, I have small hands. Shush.|
You go for the bling. Shiny sparkles = CUTE shoes = Happy daughter.
The bonus came on the way home -- She talked to me...even telling me, "So it's your turn to start the conversation."
Her feet are bigger than mine.