is not one of my favorite things to do. I will definitely not ever be an Imelda Marcos. Give me a pair of sneakers and I am happy and ready to go. Oh sure, I have other pairs of shoes, but I will always go to my tennies and avoid the others like the plague.
Now, shopping for other people for shoes isn't so bad. In fact, I really don't mind. For awhile.
Take tonight for example.
I got the kids new clothes for the funeral we are attending in 2 days. Not that my kids don't have nice jeans and tops, but dress clothes that fit is another story! A month ago, sure....today, no. My kids have grown. I know it happened overnight. While they were sleeping. And I wasn't watching.
We managed to get slacks, dress shirts and belts. In about 15 minutes. My kind of shopping! Things are going my way!! Now onto the shoes!
After trying on a couple different shoes, we determined that one boy needed a size 7. He is growing, that's for sure! His tennies are a size 6, and the size 6 dress shoes had his toes touching the ends of the shoes. Okay, no problem. We just find a size bigger, right? Maybe dress shoes run small?
Only there is no bigger size.
The boys shoes go up to a 6. Period.
Again, no problem!
Off we go to the men section and hurray! Right away I spot the size 7's! This is going to be easy!
(why do I get excited about little things like this?)
Was I ever surprised to find out that the men's size 7....the next size UP after the boys size 6...is about 2" larger! 2" larger, folks! 2. Inches. And since the boy was not fond of the idea of stuffing a sock in the toe part of his shoes until he grew into them, we left without any dress shoes.
Tomorrow we will hopefully have better luck at another store!