Perfect Shoes

Shoes... Ok, once you have a perfect dress. You need perfect shoes.

Daughter and I find her perfect dress with hardly any challenge. This was a totally shocker due to last years dress shopping experience where I needed alcohol and seafood after that day! Last year was 8 hellish hours, tears, cussing and my breaking out the IDC how much it cost line just to get ANY dress bought.

This year, I was re-paid with good fortune; one store, only one she wanted, and off to the cash register we went.

Now, we look for shoes a month later. There are no shoes. Period. No shoes she wants, because like her mother she has the little voices in her head! The little voices tell her only this style and color will do. I ask her, did you see these in a store, on line in, in a magazine? Her reply is not shocking to me, for I know this line of thinking well. “No Mommi, I just know this is what will look best, I thought it up in my head.”

Yup, this shoes mission was set forth in her brain from her Command Central and now I although I did not choose the mission, will carry it out!

An entire day of shopping with a teen is fun and tiring. We did not find the shoes, we found these super cute socks (3 pair in fact), a great outfit for school pictures, returned a coat, paid a bill, were saddened because warranties are not all they are cracked up to be, got that outfit I had been looking at all summer, ate the most wonderful meal, chatted with friends, took pictures of cars we will never be able to afford, stared inside the car we will most likely buy next, bought all sorts of candies at this wonderful market, got a bottle of wine (I know I will need it later), tried on roughly 50 pairs of sunglasses...But no purchase of the shoes. BECAUSE THEY DO NOT EXIST.

On the drive home she explains we will not stop the mission, she breaks it down: I go grocery shop in the morning, she will sleep in, I will make breakfast, she will eat, then we will shop.. I sigh, tap out & drink the wine. I will comply to the demands of the teen daughter. The voices in my head understand the need to be proven wrong before they retreat. I will act as a willing participant, knowing I am secretly on my own covert mission to find a real pair of shoes that do in fact exist and will work with that dress of hers!

Day 2 goes as planned.  As we enter the 10th store, I have the back-up pair found and have prepared her mentally for the non-existing shoe sadness.. We have found the shoe in red, pink, white, gold, silver, sizes up to a 4 (we need it in a 9), and I have her sold on this is the last store then we tap out, get the back-ups.  But what upon my weary eyes do I see, this virtual blinking neon sign is in the store. It is above the only black glitter coated shoe in a size 9 in our great state!

Unfortunately for me, I have praised the back-up pair so much there is now question on if these are in fact the shoe. Many text pix of the shoes to all her buddies, comparing the back-up to the perfect one, trying on a few no-ways, the black glitter ones are purchased! Yea us!!! We are free to eat pretzel bites and sip pink lemonade with happy thoughts and no dismay!  Until she realizes she need accessories....