My name is Bernadette and I am hopelessly addicted to footwear. There, I have admitted it. If I were single, I would make Carrie Bradshaw look like a piker when it comes to shoe extravagance. My husband has never understood my obsession. And sadly the current state of my health precludes wearing high heels; one of my top shoe choices.
On Sunday, I took my granddaughter out to buy her a new outfit. The first stop was the shoe aisle. Imagine my delight when at the top of her lungs she exclaimed, “MeMe, shoes for me?” She ripped off her sneakers and flung them in the back of the shopping cart. Without batting an eyelash tried on every pair in her size and rejected them until we got to the most magical pair –
She clutched the box to her heart and wouldn’t let it out of her sight for the rest of the shopping trip. But the best part of the shopping expedition came when she spied PopPop. She exclaimed with a great big smile at the top of her voice, “PopPop, shoes, see, new shoes.” PopPop took one look at me and shook his head. He was sure I was on my way to corrupting my granddaughter and introducing her to my love affair with footwear. And he was right!
Wishing you great looking shoes,
Note to reader – My granddaughter is only 2 1/2.