“Honey, you don’t really wear clothes, you install them.”
I guess it is time to admit that it is true. I find something I like, something classic, of great quality, comfortable, and attractive, and I wear it. I wear it Every Day. (Until, unfortunately, it may not be so attractive anymore, oops). I have gone years without owning more than one pair of shorts at a time. I mostly wear skirts and dresses in the summer, with my favorite pair of sandals. I wear mostly skirts and jeans in the winter, with my favorite pair of boots.
That is who I am.
On Monday, Ohmommy teased me about my seven-year-old sandals. When my side started hurting from laughing and I finally settled down, I felt quite smug because my sandals are not really seven years old. And, by the way, I already had purchased replacements for them just this past week.
The salesman at Nordstrom salivated when he saw me walk in with my old Cole Haan sandals. He recognized immediately that they hadn’t sold that style for at least six years or so. I had bought the very last pair and they were on sale – so they are about six and a half years old.
I left having ordered a pair in my size, because even Nordstrom doesn’t carry many narrow shoes anymore.
Unfortunately, they are still in the box. I haven’t worn them yet. I might even take them back. As you can tell from the picture, they are a huge departure from my previous sandals. I am not sure society will withstand the shock.
They aren’t even brown.
See, I'm not really that practical. These sandals are not even older than my minivan.
Should I trade them in for brown, really? I mean, after only three years a light color will look shabby, I need them to last at least five years or so. Tee hee hee.