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A blessing from the shopping gods.
Oh, what a wonderful evening.
Michael and I had already arranged for a babysitter even before we realized that it was the tenth anniversary of our first kiss. Our plan was to go shopping to pick up some miscellaneous things we'd need for SUUSI, and then see the new Pixar movie, Ratatouille.
In a whirlwind shopping trip, we picked up two pairs of shorts and some new underpants for Alex (on our list), plus an adorable embroidered boatneck shirt and some new sunglasses (not on our list). Then we went down to the Eddie Bauer outlet, where I got two pairs of long shorts (desperately needed, and on the list) and two lovely V-neck T-shirts in pale green and cranberry red (not on the list, but too nice to resist).
Then it was on to the toy store. I wanted to get Alex a small present which we could produce in the car when she started to melt down about being tired of driving - we picked a small travel Magnadoodle, and also couldn't resist a 98-cent package of Superballs, which will go on our "rainy days and bad moods" shelf of dollar-store treats.
And then! With fifteen minutes left before our movie! We walked by a Clarks of England store, and I begged Michael to let us go in quickly and see if by any miraculous chance they had sandals that were remotely similar to the best sandals in the world.
See, I swear those things are the most wonderful and comfortable sandals I've ever owned. They've got removable footbeds, which means that by removing just the left footbed I can automatically compensate for my leg length discrepancy. I can squeeze by with wearing them to work, because mine is a relatively informal office. And did I mention that they are so! Insanely! Comfortable? ...They haven't been available anywhere online except in tiny micro-sizes. I've looked and looked, to no avail. But when we walked by the outlet, I suddenly thought, "Maybe they have other sandals with removable footbeds." So we went in.
And they had my sandals. The perfect ones! In my size!
As we waited in line at the interminably slow register, with the minutes ticking down towards our movie time, I asked one of the employees to see whether they had any other pairs in back. And they did... but only in a hideous charcoal-and-light-gray combination. "I'll just take the one pair," I said to the woman working the register. At which point, the man leaning over her shoulder and typing on her keyboard said, "I'm just checking to see if they have any more in the warehouse... if they do, we'll ship them to your home at no extra cost."
So now I have two brand-new pairs - or I will in a few days, after the pair I ordered from the warehouse ships - of the World's Best Sandals, the sandals I thought I would never be able to replace. And the man who ordered them for me gave me his card, and told me to give him a call if I want any more. *dreamy sigh*
Then we saw the movie, and it was amazing. But lots of other people have already posted about that. Go see it! (Especially if you love food. Or rats. Or Paris. Or CGI.)
Came home to discover that Alex had a dream evening with Dorian. Their relationship is something amazing. Dorian seems to enjoy it as much as Alex does. She reported that, while they were out for a walk, she asked where they were going and Alex told her, "We are going to California, you and me." Where has Alex even heard of California?
What a great night for all four of us! And for my happy, happy feet with their new-sandals-to-be. Yay.
Michael and I had already arranged for a babysitter even before we realized that it was the tenth anniversary of our first kiss. Our plan was to go shopping to pick up some miscellaneous things we'd need for SUUSI, and then see the new Pixar movie, Ratatouille.
In a whirlwind shopping trip, we picked up two pairs of shorts and some new underpants for Alex (on our list), plus an adorable embroidered boatneck shirt and some new sunglasses (not on our list). Then we went down to the Eddie Bauer outlet, where I got two pairs of long shorts (desperately needed, and on the list) and two lovely V-neck T-shirts in pale green and cranberry red (not on the list, but too nice to resist).
Then it was on to the toy store. I wanted to get Alex a small present which we could produce in the car when she started to melt down about being tired of driving - we picked a small travel Magnadoodle, and also couldn't resist a 98-cent package of Superballs, which will go on our "rainy days and bad moods" shelf of dollar-store treats.
And then! With fifteen minutes left before our movie! We walked by a Clarks of England store, and I begged Michael to let us go in quickly and see if by any miraculous chance they had sandals that were remotely similar to the best sandals in the world.
See, I swear those things are the most wonderful and comfortable sandals I've ever owned. They've got removable footbeds, which means that by removing just the left footbed I can automatically compensate for my leg length discrepancy. I can squeeze by with wearing them to work, because mine is a relatively informal office. And did I mention that they are so! Insanely! Comfortable? ...They haven't been available anywhere online except in tiny micro-sizes. I've looked and looked, to no avail. But when we walked by the outlet, I suddenly thought, "Maybe they have other sandals with removable footbeds." So we went in.
And they had my sandals. The perfect ones! In my size!
As we waited in line at the interminably slow register, with the minutes ticking down towards our movie time, I asked one of the employees to see whether they had any other pairs in back. And they did... but only in a hideous charcoal-and-light-gray combination. "I'll just take the one pair," I said to the woman working the register. At which point, the man leaning over her shoulder and typing on her keyboard said, "I'm just checking to see if they have any more in the warehouse... if they do, we'll ship them to your home at no extra cost."
So now I have two brand-new pairs - or I will in a few days, after the pair I ordered from the warehouse ships - of the World's Best Sandals, the sandals I thought I would never be able to replace. And the man who ordered them for me gave me his card, and told me to give him a call if I want any more. *dreamy sigh*
Then we saw the movie, and it was amazing. But lots of other people have already posted about that. Go see it! (Especially if you love food. Or rats. Or Paris. Or CGI.)
Came home to discover that Alex had a dream evening with Dorian. Their relationship is something amazing. Dorian seems to enjoy it as much as Alex does. She reported that, while they were out for a walk, she asked where they were going and Alex told her, "We are going to California, you and me." Where has Alex even heard of California?
What a great night for all four of us! And for my happy, happy feet with their new-sandals-to-be. Yay.
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When the boy who later became my son was not quite three, he once took me on a walk around his block, wearing a diaper, rubber boots, and a hat. (Him, not me!) "We are going a party. [pant, pant] Sure is a long way this party." Eventually we arrived back at his home, where he banged on the front door and told them he was here for the party.
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I wound up with a pair of low-heeled purple sandals for
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With happy feet.
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Makes life complete!)
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I did find a pair of sandals that fit, though, and they had adjustable straps -- two over the front of the foot and one at the ankle -- and I put new holes in and adjusted them! It's wonderful to have sandals after 20 years!