Monday, March 19, 2007
Look at our new shoes!
I really wouldn't have given them a moments blog-thought...
but Katie came clomping down the stairs this morning
all dressed and ready to go.
New shoes with a heel.
Me: Emma are those too grown up?
Can she walk in them?
Emma: Ahuh. They're fine.
Me: Not too grown up?
Me: Okay, we will get them.
Katie: Thank you mommy!
Thank you mommy!
My shoes were purchased the day before.
Aren't they sweet.
I have had my eye on those shoes for a few months.
I visit them when I take Katie to dance class.
I never thought they would fit because I have such a high in step.
The young, enthusiastic shoe salesman said to try them, they stretch.
So I did.
He also recommended arch supports.
I got those too.
These feet have a big job ahead of them.
I am determined that they will not let me down.
But...all of the shoe talk is just a big distraction, anyway.
Sob Story Ahead
I tried on pants and jeans for two days and did not find a pair that would zip over my big tummy.
Okay, I'm just going to say it.
I tried on 18's.
None of the stores carried the next size.
Which I can't even bring myself to type that number.
So I think I will have to take my really worn out black pants and really worn out black skirt to Europe.
I don't know if I can bear going to more stores to try on bigger pants.
Oh, heavens, this is getting depressing.
Hey! Look at my tote bag!
I must distract the people of Europe from looking at my tired old black pants and skirt.
And I am not kidding about how tired and old they are.
At least seven years old. I have mended both items.
Yeah. I'm not making it up.
So what else can I do.
I'll get my hair done.
The ravishing beauty of my hair will draw all attention away from my not-pregnant, but appears pregnant, tummy.
Here is a charming vignette from my jeans shopping debacle;
Imagine if you dare...
Katie is trying on size 6 slims in the dressing room at Old Navy with Emma's help.
I enter the room to see how Katie is doing, carrying two pair of jeans for myself.
Katie blurts: Those are gigantic!!!
Emma and I exchange pained glances.
Me: (covering Katie's mouth) That's not nice. (big frown)
Katie: I thought they were for me.
Good recovery Katie.
Those pants would make a fine tent for Katie.
Cause they were too small for me!
Oh, I know, no one will be looking at me on the trip.
They will be looking at the artistic wonders of the world and dodging pigeons....
But, hey! Aren't those shoes cool?
Encourage one another,