So Tom's company's
Some women are Shoe People. You know, give-me-shelves-and-shelves-of-shoes-lest-I-die people.
I am so not one of those women (but I do get that way about books. er hem.)
Most years I own only these shoes:
1 pair walking shoes (and a back-up pair (or two) in case they crumble)
1 pair of shoes for the supermarket, estate sales, the dentist, etc.
1 pair dress shoes for special occasions (ones which usually pinch my feet and bring me dangerously close to swearing or crying or both).
Well. Somehow I managed to own no dress shoes this year so I thought I might order some online. Gah. Have you ever tried to do that? I'd spy a cute, these-might-be-comfortable! pair and then read the comments about them:
"These shoes run a half-size larger so order them smaller."
"These shoes run a half-size smaller so order them larger."
"These shoes look cheap in real life."
"These shoes look terrific for the small amount I paid."
"I love these shoes."
"I hated these shoes and sent them back."
And that helps how?
So I gave-up that idea and considered buying new shoes from our town's shoe store. I found their website, perused their inventory and prices and I knew. I knew I'd only pay that much for dress shoes if good ol' Salvation Army had none to offer, first.
I mean, it's weird. Tom and I are doing better financially than ever before, but I still didn't want to spend $30 on shoes and not because of a fear of future lack (or whatever). I. Just. Didn't. Want. To. Spend. That. Much.
Which showed me that no matter how much money we have, I'll always be a cheapskate.
Anyway, there I was fighting dread again. You know, about not wanting to shop at Salvation Army on a Saturday morning (which I could be spending with Tom) possibly not finding shoes there and then needing to brave the wild-eyed December crowds at a real shoe store. (Not to mention doing battle against dreading the fancy, schmancy party.)
But Saturday came (as it will) and I drove to S.A. with anticipation and Grace in the car and what did we find there? Three pair of black dress shoes which fit me wonderfully--all together for half the price of one new pair. (Yes, I bought three. Call it a thinking ahead type of extravagance.)
Plus, I discovered a vintage copy of Henry Huggins, the only book missing from my collection of that series. Oh, and a pretty sweater top. Plus, I even had a pleasant time (gasp!).
Note to self again: stop dreading things. Even a tad. Dread is a misuse (dare I say abuse?) of the imagination and spoils days and whole weeks. Instead, expect great things and good times (with God beside you) and you will much more likely find them.
And that's the end of this shoe story.
"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope." ... Romans 5:13
"Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware."
.... Elizabeth Barrett Browning