It's a Boot Time

My name is Aimee, and I am a boot addict.


Phew, that feels better.

It all started one year, when we went to San Francisco for my birthday.  We had decided to splurge on a hotel, and enjoy the city for the weekend, kids-free. We began by checking in, then it was off to the Westfield Mall on Market.  After a leisurely snack, along with margaritas (kid-free, maggies for lunch? Yes, please.). Then, a little retail therapy.  Westfield Mall has the most amazing Nordstrom. It's like Boot Mecca. I wanted a pair of boots for my birthday gift, so I perused. I browsed, contemplated, coveted.  I finally found a beautiful pair of brown boots with buckles. It was going to be my first pair of nice boots.
I was VERY excited, see why:

Now, I don't know if you have ever been to Nordstrom. If you have, you most certainly have spent some time in the shoe department. Which means, you may know their little tricks.  They work on commission, and have an ingenious way to boost sales: When they bring out the shoes you want, they also bring out a few other pairs they think you might like. Some people find it annoying---I always like to see what else they pick, to see if they judged me well. And, sometimes they come out with items they don't have on display.
This particular time, I was already indulging in nice boots-they weren't going to sucker me, and I told my salesperson as much.  The first pair-navy. HA!  I don't wear navy!  Second up, a mid-calf pair.  Meh.  I was feeling strong.  I was feeling confident.  I was feeling victorious.  Sadly, it was not to be. Number three was:

Now, these are Munro.  Had never heard of them til that moment.  Munro is an American company. They run a bit narrow. I gotta tell ya, they are amazingly comfortable.  Truly gorgeous. I melted just a little.
I looked at Sky King, asked what he thought. He smiled indulgently, and said some of my favorite words: Get them both.

My eyes lit up, and I wore the Munros out (they matched my outfit!). I wore them the rest of the day, walking up and down the hills of San Francisco. They held up, and I did as well. After 8 years of back pain and heel avoidance, the Munros had cured me!  Okay, a bit dramatic, but still. My back was not a mess of knots, I wasn't growling. The shoes did not make me hate the world, as less expensive shoes had done in the past. I had previously resigned myself to a life of "comfortable footwear" (Read: old lady shoes). Now, I knew there was hope for my feet.

The kicker-so to speak-was that, while I was not a dress size I wanted to spend tons of money on (denial is strong in me, and buying a size 14 dress anywhere other than Ross for $19.99 hurt my heart), my feet had been pretty much the same size since high school. Cha-ching!

I had sealed the fate of my future shoe purchases, a day that would live in infamy for my husband.

He had released the Beast.

Mwah-ah-ahhhhhhhh.

A Little Taste of Innocence

Remember when life was easier, you had not a care in the world? Capture that feeling for a moment with a spiffy new pair of Saltwaters.

Nordy's has them for but one, get one half off, women's sizes found in the children's department, free balloon with purchase. I picked up a black pair today.

Princess Pride

Waxing poetic today.  My condolences.

My Princess is one amazing chick.  She has the biggest brownest eyes, and they fill with about a cup of tears before they overfill and spill onto her befreckled cheeks.  She is quite the character, and is sure to cause me MANY sleepless nights.  She also has the quirkiest sense of humor, much like her mama.

While she may not have the most mainstream fashion sense, she certainly knows what she likes.  Her sense of irony is ironic-she has no idea how ironic she is being.  Take, for instance, her invisible socks. One day, we went shoe shopping.  (We do this a lot, as evidenced by my closet...) Princess needed shoes (Yes, any daughter of mine must have several choices.  Not just because she must be fabulous.  Her feet tend to sweat excessively.  And if she wears the same shoes each day, the smell, in my opinion, is akin to dirty wet dog. She once corrected me---her take on the odor was more of the garbage variety.).
So, off we go to Nordy's. we choose the potentials, and sit, waiting for some 20-something guy to attend to our every footwear need. (Honestly, shopping for shoes at Nordstrom is one of life's great pleasures.)

I noted that she had worn flip flops, and would need some peds to try on some Converse----rainbow, of course. The man said, certainly, and off he went to grab a pair from the box. He came back, and Princess looked at me, while I explained that these were special things to put on your feet when trying on shoes (honestly, what kind of mother am I? She's 6, and I haven't even taught her about peds???). She watches as the man puts them on, then we proceed through our process.

15 minutes later, we are wrapping up the transaction, choosing the rainbow Converse. Then, she looks up at the man, and says: "Can I KEEP these????"

Man: What, sweetie?
P: These invisible socks!!!
Man: Uh, ::awkward pause::: sure.
P: :::genuine awe::: Thanks!!!!

And then, she proceeded to show them off, in the most fashionable way possible.  For the ENTIRE walk through the mall.

And, for every day that week, until they nearly fell apart from filth.


(Honestly, did you think I would wash them?  If I had, we would STILL be arguing over whether she could be wearing them every day.  One week of stench is NOTHING compared to a year of her sporting those hideous travesties.)



Can't you just SEE her pride?