Friday, September 25, 2009

Boots and Gelato

I did something yesterday that if you told me a week ago I was going to do I would have had you committed. I took the girls shopping with me. For shoes. Did you get that? I TOOK MY CRAZY ASS, PEOPLE-HATING TWINS SHOPPING WITH ME. I'm in dire need of new black boots to replace ones I bought in 2005 that are now not even donate-able if that's a word. I was having dinner with my girlfriends last night and thought flip-flops would be a) inappropriate and b) chilly. Plus I read in "How Not to Look Old" that women over 40 should never wear flip-flops. (Did anyone else read that book? Didn't you think the woman on the cover telling us all how not to look old looks kind of old?)

I very logically explained to the girls what we would be doing and promised if they were good we'd get ice cream afterward.

"ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM! ICE CRREEEAAAAAMMMMMMMM!"

I listed to this chant, in stereo, the entire 20-minute walk. Apparently the art of bribery is lost on two-year-olds. Or it isn't but they realized that no matter how they acted I was still going to buy them ice cream. So as they screamed for ice cream AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS, I sauntered into Nordstrom like I was deaf and began perusing the boots. One of those rich ladies who doesn't really have to work but works for fun and to meet new people approached me. You know the type. She was probably late 50s with severe short red hair she probably refers to as crimson, bifocals hanging from a rhinestone chain, skin tight expensive black pants and heels the height of the Sears Tower. She's hip dammit!

"You look like you're on a mission!" she announced brightly. Bite me. So I explain I'm looking for knee high black boots with a wedge heel about two inches high. She brings me suede boots with 5-inch spiked heels that would probably go all the way up to Gisele's thigh that are JIMMY CHOOS. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I think that bears repeating. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I didn't even buy Jimmy Choos before I thought disposable income meant beach getaways, not Gymboree classes. The most expensive shoes I ever bought, aside from my wedding shoes, were glorified flip-flops made by Prada that were THE WORST PIECES OF CRAP I ever spent money on. Had I seen these shoes in Walmart for $15 I would have passed them by. But slap a $365 price tag and Prada label on them and I thought I was the business. Because I was a moron. They broke repeatedly but since they said "Prada" I kept getting them fixed. When they finally broke the last time it felt very liberating to unceremoniously toss them in the dumpster outside my house where I'm sure a dumpster diver found them and his wife is cursing him right now because her feet are being arched in directions not suitable for human beings and the strap keeps breaking.

Anyway, I clarified to the sales lady -- who is probably one of those women who got together with other divorced friends for vacation and traced the exact trip taken in Eat, Pray, Love -- that I was not in the market to spend upwards of $1500 on boots plus 5-inch heels are not overly practical for my lifestyle. She peered at me disapprovingly over her bifocals and I wanted to ask where the Steve Madden section was but by now I was kind of afraid of her.

"ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM! ICCCCEEEE CREEEEEAAAAAMMMMMM!"

So I left without boots but not before the girls doused themselves head to toe in vanilla ice cream. Gelato if we're being technical. Speaking of which, what is gelato? It tasted a hell of a lot like ice cream to me which makes me think it's a marketing ploy to charge more because it sounds kind of fancy and Italian.

But my point here is that I TOOK THE GIRLS SHOPPING. To a store. By myself. Oh sure, I wasn't able to buy anything because they were screaming bloody murder but still. This is progress.

PS -- These are the exact boots I want. Feel free to send them to me.

7 comments:

  1. Haha, I don't have anything as awesome as a Nordstrom's, but we do have a DSW (discount brand-name shoe retailer) in our mall. Along with a Barnes and Noble that has a Thomas the Tank Engine train table. And I frequently bribe my son (who, thanks to my expert parenting, *cough*Bwahahahahahaha*cough* totally understands bribery) to let me check out shoes in exchange for an hour's playtime with Thomas.

    However, I believe my son is possibly the only gay 3 year old I know. Because he will pull off his shoes and find the highest, sparkliest shoes and try some on too. Bonus to him if they're pink; it's quite possibly one of his top three favorite colors. Pair that with his love of wearing my Nine Wests around the house with no shirt and cutoff shorts and a purse, well... lol.

    And congrats on bringing twins into a store by yourself; that is quite a feat!

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  2. I use Zappos for cute boots when shopping out is not an option. Their service is great and the boots get to you the next day sometimes! It's crazy! Also, they have never hassled me about returns or anything. Shipping is free btw!

    Gelato is actually creamless I believe. The Whole Foods girl gave me a big lecture about it and it is better for you than ice cream.

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  3. victorias secret has decent shoes...btw when do we get to see a picture of you? Maybe thats weird but I need a visual...I no longer read books without pictures, so why blogs

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  4. First, as a fellow mom of twins, kudos to you for the shopping outing. That is a big deal. Second, what b@#!h said you cannot wear flip flops over 40? I better never meet her face to face. Third, I think I wet myself laughing over your Eat, Pray, Love trip line. So funny! Thanks for the pick me up!

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  5. OMG! You are so funny! I am also relieved to hear that you are hestitant to bring your girls out shopping. When I only had one, I felt like I had the world by the balls, whipping my baby in out of the graco metro lite like it was some beautifully choreographed dance. Now that I have two, it's sooo hard. I give you credit! The elevator ride alone to get out to the street has got to be a chore.

    I think you owe yourself those boots!

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  6. I'm afraid to take one child to the store, let alone too! you are brave. Your bronze star is in the mail (sorry I needed the gold so I sold it...no gold stars today).

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  7. Shoe shopping is kinda crazy...I only take them shopping if they can be tied down to a shopping cart. Although popcorn in the stroller bought me 70 minutes of shopping time in Target once. It was amazing.

    I am sad to learn I only have 2 years left to wear shoes since Flip Flops are the only kind of shoes I wear.

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