I start stressing mid week about what to wear . . . I drag my mother with me to Nordstrom’s to buy a new dress. I don't buy just 1 . . . .4 dresses later I should . . . SHOULD . . . be covered. We head down to the shoe department. I tried on 22 pairs of shoes. 22 pairs - what I wanted . . . my mother didn't like. What she liked . . . I didn't want. Then there was the shoe the dress dictated . . . and I didn't want that kind either.
See . . . I am a soccer mom . . . not really but the term fits. Actually I am a swim team, select football team, pee wee soccer, gas guzzling, car pool, recently ticketed aggressive crazy mom driver - NOW do you have a better picture? I am good for a pair of Tory Burch flip flops, Gucci slide ons, Manolo kitten heel sandals . . . or Uggs! I like a comfortable shoe. In fact . . . I LOVE a comfortable shoe!