I know what you’re thinking. You can’t buy shoes for other people for Christmas.
And you’re right. We didn’t. Between the two of us and our four size 6 ½ feet, we bought six pairs of shoes. For ourselves.
I would like to mention that most of the shoes were on sale. And, I had a coupon. And only two of those six pairs of shoes were mine. And, I put not two but three pairs of shoes in my Goodwill pile when I got home, so I’m actually down a pair of shoes.
I fell in love with a pair Franco Sartos. How could I not feel sassy and classy in subtle, coppery goodness that looks dynamite with a pair of jeans or dress pants? Indeed, I could not.
Until a full day of wearing them. My dogs were barking. And howling. And begging for the sweet release of death.
Don’t get me wrong – I’ll totally wear them again. I’m marking this one up to breaking them in. Work with me here.
I didn’t want to risk two bad new shoe days in a row, so I wore some favorite standbys yesterday. And today, I pulled out these new Skechers.
The other day, Mr. Wonderful’s daughter was sitting on the kitchen counter, dangling her 4-year-old feet. She started kicking the air and proclaimed, “Look! My feet are having a party!”
That’s the way I feel today. A 4-year-old trapped in a corporate drone’s body.