Saturday, August 28, 2010
A package arrived in the mail last night.
My face lit it up because it was for me -- a box of new shoes. I was oh so excited because as of lately, I own two pair of shoes -- bright yellow flip flops, and a pair of black Brighton shoes I've worn for over 6 years. The rest have mysteriously disappeared into the black hole -- Claire's room.
Claire got to the box before me and began prying it open.
Hey! Stop right there Little Missy, that box is for me! I cried. But it was to late, she already had her foot in my new Topsiders.
"These will never fit you, Mom" she said" while rolling her ankle admiring the blue leather.
Give me that, I said, and I grabbed the other shoe.
Curses, she was right! I couldn't get the shoe on to save my life. It was ultra small -- and from me, that's saying a lot -- I wear a size 6 1/2, narrow!
Has Mr. Sperry taken a look at the average American woman lately? No one wears a shoe that small. Who are these supposed to fit -- elves?
I feel like the ugly stepsister.