It’s All About the Shoes…
My granddaughter has clearly inherited my shoe “thing” – I won’t call it an obsession, that would be excessive, but I do kind of have a shoe thing. And so does she.
She’s not exclusive or particular about her interest in shoes – she’s just as fascinated with Dee’s shoes
as she is by my (much cuter) selection. She likes to carry his around and try to put them on – today, she discovered she can get both of her feet in one of his shoes. It makes walking a little tricky, but that’s beside the point.
She is, however, apparently developing her own ideas on fashion. I was getting ready for work yesterday morning, wearing these shoes:
when she came running to me, saying, “Oooh, Ooooh,” with great urgency, clutching another shoe in one hand. By dint of pointing and her favorite monosyllabic word – “uh,” she made it clear that I was to put on the shoe she’d brought me.
Obediently, I did.
We both admired it for a minute – it was, I have to admit, probably a better selection for my outfit. Unfortunately, I had to explain to Lucia, I haven’t been able to find the match to that shoe for a while, and I can’t wear just one shoe to work, no matter how cute it is.
She accepted the bad news, with only a reproachful glance or two at me. I hope my shoe selection today meets with more approval.
She is clearly my granddaughter.