My 5 year old and I went shoe shopping for me the other day.
I was in need of a new pair of heels and since the boys had already started school Caroline went with me.
At the first store the saleslady handed me the tan nylon socks to try some shoes on with. While I couldn’t have cared less about them, Caroline was enamored with them. She grabbed herself a pair to try on and then “tried on” many pairs of shoes. I didn’t find anything I liked so we went on with our search.
In and out of stores we went, desperately looking for a pair that were comfy, cheap, and most importantly, came in a size 10.
Sidenote: For all of you people with average feet I am deeply envious. To be able to walk up to a shoe display and actually place your entire foot into the shoe to see how it looks is something I can only dream of. I place my size 10 feet into the display shoes and get to see how three of my crunched up toes look.
Anyway, Caroline and I were searching for a pair of simple gold heels for my brother’s wedding. Well, at least that’s what I was searching for. Apparently Caroline was searching for shoes for me to go walk the streets of Louisville and pick up a few extra bucks while on our trip.
She pulled heels with three inch soles, heels with bows, heels with bows and buckles, heels with clear soles, pink patent leather heels, and her personal favorite, heels completely decorated in varying blue and green sequins which resulted in a peacock feathers design.
She was able to pull these shoes because they were all in the clearance section.
I can’t imagine why.
For some of the shoes I humored her and put them on when she asked me too. I mean, how else would I have known that five inch heels are not my thing – although the blue sequin ones did give me a moments pause.
After several stores we decided we needed to eat some lunch. While standing in line waiting for our lunch, I realized Caroline had added to her shorts and t-shirt combo from this morning.
On her feet were the nylon socks she had tried on in the first store.
Sandals and nylons. It’s like I was shopping with an 85 year old woman.
Caroline knew she had the “socks” on and was completely content with her look. After a brief moment of weighing my options, I decided I was going to be content too so I said nothing.
We finished our shopping, eventually finding a pair of shoes which worked for me – spoiler alert: they were not the blue sequined peacock shoes.
As we left the store walking hand and hand I looked down at Caroline and just smiled.
Shoe shopping with my little “old lady” was definitely a good day.
Tomorrow we have to go shoe shopping for her – I kind of want to stop by the lady’s department first : )