I have evolved over the years.  
I used to have two rules when walking into a thrift store: 

Rule #1:  don't buy used 
Rule #2:  don't buy used shoes.

I can't quite put my finger on what made me 
change my mind a few years back....
about rule #2 that is ... don't worry ... 
rule #1 is still very much enforced.  
You better believe I buy all my unitards brand spankin' new.

I was making the rounds at DI the other day ... and I heard something whispering my name.  "Erin, Erin, over here."  I turned around and saw these loverly shoes.  Cute. Comfortable. Stylish. 

I mean, just look at them.  BRAND NEW.  And for 5 buckaroos. Then I looked at the size. 
11.  Oh dangit.  This was one of the few times I wished my feet were size 11.
Unfortunately my petite little size 10 feet are just a tiny bit small.
I bought them anyway.  
Maybe I'll just wear some thick wool socks with them.

 Side Note:  This next picture is the 2,349,201th reason I love Mitchell.  
He said he wanted to make dinner the other night ... and this was what he came up with. 


The Dahle Family said...

Xander said, "Yummy. It looks good, Mom. It looks like a rabbit." And here we thought you were vegetarians...eating rabbit for dinner, you'd think you were Montanans!

aunt jan said...

Now, Mitchell will really be the man of the hour if he wears the shoes while making the rabbit salad. Now, THAT'S a man!