I’m starting a weekly feature titled Friday Confessions (to be done on Fridays), wherein I reveal something about myself that may cause you to gasp, swoon, chuckle, or fear. Doesn’t that sound scintillating? Let us begin.
But let’s get down to specifics. Depending on the type of shoe, I wear a 4 ½ to 5 ½, or so says the shoe salesman. If shoes with Dora the Explorer or Barbie printed all over made me salivate, there would be a goldmine of options. But as luck would have it, I like something a little more understated and age appropriate.
So you can imagine my complete and utter joy when I do find something that stays on my foot, and doesn’t have Sleeping Beauty dancing on it. Sometimes it does happen, usually when I’m not shoe shopping on purpose. And when it does, I buy them, no questions asked. I don’t even stop to think if I actually need them or if I will use them. The Husband actually encourages this because he hates when I go on shoe searches, and he doubly hates my surly attitude when my efforts are fruitless.
Well my dear friends, I just have to share with you my latest finds. Thank you Target. Thank you Merona. I snatched these right up, and they were on sale. Some little redhead is ready for summer. It was a good day for me and my carnie feet.