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Shoe Shopping
Aug. 11th, 2005 12:12 amI realized on Monday afternoon that Molly had outgrown absolutely all of her shoes, so last night, I left Kiera at home with Ed and took Molly shoe shopping.
Molly, for a long time, was very into pretty shoes, and it could be really hard to get her to evaluate whether shoes were actually comfortable. She'd pick her shoes based on looks and swear they felt fine. (And given that she once walked for a mile on uneven ground in a pair of wood slides that were several sizes too large, she may genuinely not have been bothered.)
Well, she's gotten over that. "These press against my toes." "These press against the side of my foot." "My heel comes up." "These press against the top AND the side of my foot." We were shopping at Payless and Target, which no doubt was part of the problem, but at one point I thought we'd end up coming home empty handed. She was willing to try them on endlessly, at least. I think she tried on over thirty pairs, between the two stores.
I can sympathize with her pickiness because I will not wear uncomfortable shoes under any circumstances. It was still frustrating, particularly given that several of the current popular styles ought to be quite comfortable. The shelves were full of ballet flats and moccasins. And in fact it was a ballet flat that Molly finally found comfortable. It was on final clearance for $2.74.
I also bought Molly a pair of light-up velcro sneakers, and a pair of fun dress shoes -- shiny pink "princess" shoes.
Kiera was fascinated by the princess shoes this morning, and threw a fifteen-minute screaming fit when I pried them out of her hands to give them to Molly (who wanted to wear them). She also needs new shoes, so I took her shoe shopping to Target this evening. (As a bonus, I visited the clearance rack and picked up pairs of those black ballet flats in the next four sizes up, as well.)
I figured that I would offer Kiera her own pair of pink princess shoes. Was she happy to see pink princess shoes in her size? No. She let me put one shoe on her, then kicked her feet and shrieked "No no no no nooooooooooo." Well, okay, so maybe she'd like a different pair of shoes? Dora sneakers, rhinestone-encrusted satin things, pink moccasins, blinky cowboy boots? No no no no noooooooooooooo.
And just for good measure, nooooooooo.
I bought a pair of the princess shoes in size 7 1/2 anyway. If she doesn't warm up to them in a day or two, I will return them to Target.
On the way home, the song I Will Survive came on the radio. In the back seat, Kiera said, "La la! La la!" so I turned it up for her. When I glanced back at her, she was bopping back and forth in her carseat. "Dance," she announced.
I bet tomorrow she grabs Molly's princess shoes again and has no interest in the pair that would actually fit her feet.
Molly, for a long time, was very into pretty shoes, and it could be really hard to get her to evaluate whether shoes were actually comfortable. She'd pick her shoes based on looks and swear they felt fine. (And given that she once walked for a mile on uneven ground in a pair of wood slides that were several sizes too large, she may genuinely not have been bothered.)
Well, she's gotten over that. "These press against my toes." "These press against the side of my foot." "My heel comes up." "These press against the top AND the side of my foot." We were shopping at Payless and Target, which no doubt was part of the problem, but at one point I thought we'd end up coming home empty handed. She was willing to try them on endlessly, at least. I think she tried on over thirty pairs, between the two stores.
I can sympathize with her pickiness because I will not wear uncomfortable shoes under any circumstances. It was still frustrating, particularly given that several of the current popular styles ought to be quite comfortable. The shelves were full of ballet flats and moccasins. And in fact it was a ballet flat that Molly finally found comfortable. It was on final clearance for $2.74.
I also bought Molly a pair of light-up velcro sneakers, and a pair of fun dress shoes -- shiny pink "princess" shoes.
Kiera was fascinated by the princess shoes this morning, and threw a fifteen-minute screaming fit when I pried them out of her hands to give them to Molly (who wanted to wear them). She also needs new shoes, so I took her shoe shopping to Target this evening. (As a bonus, I visited the clearance rack and picked up pairs of those black ballet flats in the next four sizes up, as well.)
I figured that I would offer Kiera her own pair of pink princess shoes. Was she happy to see pink princess shoes in her size? No. She let me put one shoe on her, then kicked her feet and shrieked "No no no no nooooooooooo." Well, okay, so maybe she'd like a different pair of shoes? Dora sneakers, rhinestone-encrusted satin things, pink moccasins, blinky cowboy boots? No no no no noooooooooooooo.
And just for good measure, nooooooooo.
I bought a pair of the princess shoes in size 7 1/2 anyway. If she doesn't warm up to them in a day or two, I will return them to Target.
On the way home, the song I Will Survive came on the radio. In the back seat, Kiera said, "La la! La la!" so I turned it up for her. When I glanced back at her, she was bopping back and forth in her carseat. "Dance," she announced.
I bet tomorrow she grabs Molly's princess shoes again and has no interest in the pair that would actually fit her feet.
