went to payless after church today. looked at tons of shoes. the baby ones remind me of the time when i used to be able to fit my feet into them. back then, my feet would've been described as "teensy-weensy-baby-feet". aka, feet that fit into size 1-4 BABY shoes. they are really cute.
awwed over the baby size 1 tennis shoes. almost fell over myself smiling over the tiny fuzzy boots. kids size 2 feet made me reminisce. how old was i when i used to be able to fit into these? there's also a size 7 of the exact same shoe. adorable.
had everybody feel how soft these american eagle flats and these other boots were.
tried on two pairs of shoes over and over again. couldn't decide over white with pretty stars or chic and sophisticated brown with matching pink stitches (just trust me, they're cool).
looked in huge mirrors. kept deciding. tried on silver pointy shoes with 3-inch heels. almost fell over. admired them, made a face, took them off. tried on boots. asked dad if i could buy the size 1 baby shoes. adorable, i tell you, adorable.
modeled the shoes, again. airwalk. love airwalk. decided on chic and sophisticated. looked at little childrens' hannah montana, high school musical3, and icarly bags. showed brother fun cars (movie) slippers. soft. then looked at american eagle tote bags. sweet. looked at jewelry brother showed me.
bought baby size 1 shoes so that i can save them for my daughter when i'm 26. promised self i would keep them and bring them wherever i went. love the tiny green box. love the shoes. i've put them next to my bed so that i can look at them when i'm feeling sad. they make me smile. if you ever see me after college holding a pair of shoes and a baby girl, you'll know why.
kidding. i didn't really. i wish i did. maybe it's something i will do... on my spare time. goes on my list of things to do before i die. buy a pair of baby shoes. but like my description of one half hour stop at a shoe store? the whole incomplete sentence thing going on. yes, admit it's awesome.
it's amazing what a trip to payless will do to you.
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