I bought these shoes today in dark brown. (Ignore the price. I sold a kidney, so it's all good.)
In lieu of a nap, Sophie and I made a trek to the mall this afternoon, where I proceeded to shamelessly try on at least twenty pairs of shoes. I haven't gone shoe shopping since before Sophie was born, so I decided, what the heck, let's dress the dogs up a bit.
I was one of "those people" in the Dillard's shoe department: put the shoes on, walk the line back-and-forth to the mirror, "hmm, maybe" a few times, then put the shoes in the massive pile beside me. Oh, yes, indeedy. The Shoe Getter Man loved me. And yes, Sophie was having a fine time being his assistant. She walked behind him carrying the silver foot-measurer thingee, saying, "M'am, um, may I measure your foot?" It was too stinking cute! (The salesman may have disagreed.)
When he brought this pair out, I thought, Really? So I look like an elderly woman who knits sweaters for my dog, huh?
But then he put them on my feet and I jumped up and high-fived myself at how ridiculously comfortable they were. Seriously. Imagine your feet on a pillow of fluffy cloud splendor. Now imagine your short, stubby, hard-to-fit, cheeseblock feet on a pillow of fluffy cloud splendor.
So you can understand why I kissed the man and offered to bear his offspring. (Or at least remove my child from the vicinity of his shoe displays.)
Here's the problem...
Should comfort be my only consideration? I mean, that's my general rule when it comes to pants (when I wear pants). Stretchy yoga pants are my BFF. Can I extend that exclusive friendship to these shoes? Or should I aim for at least one fashionable item in my wardrobe?
What do you guys think? Do I keep them, and delight in their Ugly-But-Ahhhh-edness? Or do I take them back and attempt to find something, I don't know, "hipper" (and watch the poor salesman swan dive under the counter as soon as he sees me coming)?
Unlike Russell, I have no idea how to do cute little polls. So here are your choices:
a.) They're cute! Keep 'em! (And make it a nice argyle for Fido.)
b.) They're ugly as sin. Take them back immediately. Run!
c.) They're ugly, but let comfort be your guide. (You do spend 90% of your time in stretchy pants.)
d.) Sorry, but I don't really give a poop about your shoes, Kristy.
Here's Sophie's opinion on the matter. This is the look I got when I asked her what she thought:
Followed by, "Ooo, Mama, I have an idea! We should go back to the mall and look at some toys!"
P.S Ignore the red mark on my left foot. It isn't indicative of anything. Other than the number of times I took these dudes off and put them back on. I thought during one of the offonoffonoffonoffon moments I would have some sort of lightbulb moment regarding how I felt about their cuteness. Or lack thereof.