Feet

When you are pregnant, your feet just get bigger. This is a fact that has proven to be true 4 times. When I was in high school I wore a size 8. Didn't matter the maker of the shoe. Didn't matter the style. I always wore an 8.

I don't wear an 8 anymore.

My friend Tracy came into town for the weekend. She came to visit me and see the new baby and see the old baby, but also to go shoe shopping. She has wide feet. Okay. No big deal. Where we live, there is one particular shoe store that accommodates this condition and brings nice shoes to the wide footed masses.

So Saturday morning, first stop, we head to the shoe store. Tracy, well versed in how this works, doesn't waste time by looking around. She heads straight to a salesman, gives him her size and describes what she is looking for. She said that there is no point getting excited and finding a shoe that you like when they don't have it or make it in your size. She is wise.

All the sandals were half off. I need shoes. I need clothes. I need a lot of things, but hey, I still have two whole weeks until I go back to work part time. Why rush it... So I looked around. I found a couple of sandals I'd like to try.

Tracy, meanwhile, was trying shoe after shoe on. It looked to me like a good way to shop. Almost like online shopping... You sit there tell them what you want and just like Google, the guy goes and gets it, and brings it right to you for review. I patiently waited my turn with the sales guy. She had a couple of nice pairs to choose from.

Okay. So it's my turn. The sales guy asked, what size are you? I don't know I told him. I used to wear this size, but I just had a baby and nothing really fits... "Well, you look like a double wide. I'll bring out a few pairs."

True to his word, I was in fact a double wide. I found 2 pairs of sandals in my size that I liked well enough and didn't look like orthopedic old lady shoes.

Double wide. Great. Now my feet are officially the same as my a**.

The days of shopping at Shoe Carnival are definitely over. I guess I'll never own a pair of Manolo Blahniks like Carrie from Sex in the City. Strike that. I can own whatever I want... I guess I'll never WEAR a pair of Manolo Blahniks.