The Sins of the Mother

Daughter B is out of town with a friend for the week. Daughter A is bored, BORED, BORED. She tells me this regularly as she's drawing a square in the air in front of her with her fingers and saying, "she completes me". Whatever will they do when they marry?

Anyway, in an effort to assuage the boredom I suggested DA and I go try on heels. Just for fun. She loves tall shoes because they allow her to be "a part of the conversation". We went to our usual store for cheap clothing (Burlington Coat Factory), and proceeded to try on all kinds of heels. Strappy ones, enclosed ones, pretty one, pretty ugly ones, 4-inch, 5-inch, platforms, all colors, all styles. You name it; we tried it on. We even agreed on some! When we had exhausted all the shoes in that store, I suggested we move on to a more upscale store with good Italian shoes.

Bandolinos! My favorite in the world. I truly believe you get what you pay for when buying shoes. Back in the olden days (before children), I would only buy Bandolinos. They fit my feet. They feel heavenly, and they last for years. DA tried on a pair. She was a bit disappointed because the smallest size they had was a 6 and she needed a 5 1/2, but she got the feel. She understood the love a woman can have for good Italian shoes. We went on to continue our "shopping" at another mid-scale store, but nothing grabbed her. She had had something so much better. She says I made her a shoe snob, now. Oh well, I'm sure she'll get over it.

Oh, and we didn't buy anything...