Went shopping for The shoes to go with The dress for The wedding. Started out online, well hell that isn't going to work, too close to the wedding, and I found out pretty darn quick that once again I can't afford my taste.
Who the heck would pay $585-1200 dollars for a pair of little strappy sandal shoes. Figured I could find something closer to home. Started in a shoe store up the road, nothing even close, went on up to Macy's. Oh joy, waited on by one weird dude with a man bun. Ask him to bring me some strappy shoes to wear with my granny of the bride dress. (I showed him a picture of my dress and said "no gold lame' flats allowed") He came back with five boxes, and then scurried off to wait on the ladies that obviously had Macy's preferred customer cards. I sat down, opened the first box, then the rest of the boxes, oh heck no! One pair were really ugly clunky navy & white gingham! One pair had more bling on them then ever should be put on a shoe, another pair were so frumpy even Maudie Fricket wouldn't have worn those suckers, and on and on it went. Got up and walked out of the shoe department, when one of the Macy's preferred customers caught up to me and said, "you might want to try the little store down the mall, they have some nice shoes." "Thanks, I will check them out." Walked down the mall and found the store she mentioned. The salesman comes out from behind a partition... and he's wearing a half ponytail, half man bun! What the heck is with these damn man buns! He didn't have anything like what I wanted either. Drove back to RB and went to home depot to get touch up paint, and give thanks to the gods of hardware that there was not a man bun in sight.
Now that the trauma/drama of the day is over I'm having a glass of wine, and spending Monday evening with George...
