Thursday, December 29, 2005
Shoe Sale
Girlie friend No.1 heard that a new shoe store has opened in the next town and they have sales on – as they would, on Boxing Day - like fifty thousand other shoe stores in the area.
Us, women have this bargain hunting instincts bred in us from somewhere. Some of us just can’t help it. As soon as we see the “reduced” signs the “purchase devil” takes over us. Whether we need the item concerned or not is not a question. We can always find a use for things. One never knows, one might needs it desperately one day and not be able to find it so might as well buy it while it is going cheap!
We run around like a possessed animal until those crispy notes walk out of our little mauve or any other cute indescribable coloured purse. To make us feel less guilty now a days we don’t carry crispy notes. We use credit or debit cards. These cards don’t feel like money. When you spend using those cards you don’t feel much guilty because you don’t see the money parting from your possession.
All though I have umpteen pairs of shoes and I was sure before I went to the shop that I wasn’t going to buy any GF 1 says “just try them, no harm in trying! I thought her argument was valid. We started trying a few pairs. I said I don’t have any boots so I will try some boots. Off she went and picked out these boots in lovely brown leather (not cute chocolate or aubergine colour just standard brown colour – my reasoning power was still active at that point).
The boots had some fur attached and some strips of leather going around it in trainer lace kind of pattern but on the leg rather than the foot. She couldn’t find size five and a half so got size 5. I tried to put my foot in it but it was tight. GF 1 by now getting impatient that I was not trying hard enough. Some how I managed to fit the foot into the boot – after all that is my size! but my feet swell up and so I buy 5 ½.
By now after trying several shoes and walking around in the shop my feet must have swollen up. I tried to take the boot off but it was kind of super glued to my foot. GF 1 says she will hold the boot and I should wiggle out of it. It was the same foot that had twisted ankle a little while ago and it still hurts if I bend the foot to the sides. I couldn’t wiggle out. She held my boot and started pulling it out. She has had my leg up in 90 degree causing me to slouch on my back on the large sitting stools. By now I was having a fit of giggles which in turn making her giggle. She kept instructing me to push push and pull pull as if she was a mid-wife. In the end the boot came off forcing her to go backward on to the wall nearly knocking all the shoes of the shelves.
I ended up buying two other pairs of shoes, not only because they were reduced from £45 to just £5 each but also to compensate for the disruption to the store!
Us, women have this bargain hunting instincts bred in us from somewhere. Some of us just can’t help it. As soon as we see the “reduced” signs the “purchase devil” takes over us. Whether we need the item concerned or not is not a question. We can always find a use for things. One never knows, one might needs it desperately one day and not be able to find it so might as well buy it while it is going cheap!
We run around like a possessed animal until those crispy notes walk out of our little mauve or any other cute indescribable coloured purse. To make us feel less guilty now a days we don’t carry crispy notes. We use credit or debit cards. These cards don’t feel like money. When you spend using those cards you don’t feel much guilty because you don’t see the money parting from your possession.
All though I have umpteen pairs of shoes and I was sure before I went to the shop that I wasn’t going to buy any GF 1 says “just try them, no harm in trying! I thought her argument was valid. We started trying a few pairs. I said I don’t have any boots so I will try some boots. Off she went and picked out these boots in lovely brown leather (not cute chocolate or aubergine colour just standard brown colour – my reasoning power was still active at that point).
The boots had some fur attached and some strips of leather going around it in trainer lace kind of pattern but on the leg rather than the foot. She couldn’t find size five and a half so got size 5. I tried to put my foot in it but it was tight. GF 1 by now getting impatient that I was not trying hard enough. Some how I managed to fit the foot into the boot – after all that is my size! but my feet swell up and so I buy 5 ½.
By now after trying several shoes and walking around in the shop my feet must have swollen up. I tried to take the boot off but it was kind of super glued to my foot. GF 1 says she will hold the boot and I should wiggle out of it. It was the same foot that had twisted ankle a little while ago and it still hurts if I bend the foot to the sides. I couldn’t wiggle out. She held my boot and started pulling it out. She has had my leg up in 90 degree causing me to slouch on my back on the large sitting stools. By now I was having a fit of giggles which in turn making her giggle. She kept instructing me to push push and pull pull as if she was a mid-wife. In the end the boot came off forcing her to go backward on to the wall nearly knocking all the shoes of the shelves.
I ended up buying two other pairs of shoes, not only because they were reduced from £45 to just £5 each but also to compensate for the disruption to the store!
# posted by butterflyuk : 12/29/2005 10:25:00 pm
