Well, I was listening but my feet weren't. Because, this last weekend we went yard saling and
Because I am more practical, I questioned the need for a pair of sparkly silver shoes, not to mention a matching sparkly purse. Where would I wear them? When would I wear them?
"To the opera!" my feet yelled excitedly. Of course! I always go to the opera whenever I have a spare evening.......yeah, right.
"On the French Riveria!" I will absolutely have to remember that the next time I feel like borrowing someone's jet and taking off for France.
"To the ocean, walking across the sand on a moonlit night!" Oh brother.....obviously, my feet have been reading one to many romance novels.
"To a romantic castle! With a moat" Didn't somebody say somewhere that castles are rather drafty, and don't they have lots of steps and no elevators? He-loooo! High heels, folks. And with a moat, seriously?????
"To a fancy Ball!" Not being Cinderella, I really am not aware of any fancy Balls anywhere. Besides, I already have me a handsome prince.
Clearly, my feet have been watching to many Hallmark movies or reading to many fairytales.
So, I decided we were leaving. However, my feet were not cooperating. I kept trying to move away, but they remained firmly rooted to the ground. Seriously, at this point I was thinking I might have made a fortune as a living statue. Or perhaps a tree.
"Please try them on! Please! What could it hurt?" Feet whined and begged. People, do not fall for this. Do not. Because once you get the shoes on, Feet do not want to take them off. Good grief, it's like having a toddler in the house. Well, a toddler with size eight feet........
I really did want to take a picture of Feet in them. However, Feet are a little shy. I tried to get some stunt feet for you, but that didn't work out either......sorry. Something about contracts and legal obligations and blah, blah, blah! Talk to the hand, buddy.
However, I did give in to Feet. Yes, I did. Mimi, I hope someday that you can bring yourself to forgive me and look me in the