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Babby Girl Shoes Biography
When I was a little girl, my mom stayed home with my brother and I and my dad worked at a managerial job. We didn’t have tons of money, but we had food on the table and love. Still, I remember the things I couldn’t have that other kids did. Like designer jeans. They were huge in the 70s, those of you now in your 40s will recall. We couldn’t afford them.
Makes sense! It was a totally ridiculous thing to want. Expensive jeans? For a little child who’s going to grow out of them? Silliness. Nonsense. Those jeans cost as much as our weekly grocery bill. No way. Besides, my parents wouldn’t have to buy just one pair of expensive designer jeans, but two, because I had a brother who would have wanted his own pair.
Even so, I remember looking at the other girls in class enviously. I wanted what they had! Maybe it was good for me to want and not to get. That’s what people say, anyway. Or maybe it wasn’t, because I think it led pretty directly to my expensive new habit: shoe shopping on Zappos for Violet.
Ohhhh I can’t help myself! I know I should just go to Payless and get cheapie shoes, or get one nice pair of solid shoes that she can wear day in, day out. But then I get there on the site and I start clicking around, maybe I search for “pink” or “glitter” or “casual wedge under $50″ but once you look at one pair, they’ve got you. They’ve got you! Then they show you other shoes on the side: you might like this shoe too. And I always do! AUGH! They have made girls’ shoes so cute these days, they hit on every one of my girl-weakness buttons: ooooh this one is silver! With little double-cherry charms hanging off the aglets! And PINK FUR on the inside! OMG OMG OMG OMG!
Violet had shoe issues for a long time as a little, and still does to some extent, so when she starts outgrowing a set, we’ll order eight or ten pairs to try on, and I’ll intend to actually buy two. But once the shoes are actually in my house, every time, I end up buying more than I intend. I get all woozy seeing the dear little stars on the inside of this one, and the pretty little bow on the toe of these ones.
And when I see them on her feet, I get such a feeling of satisfaction. I did that! I bought those for you, kid! She looks comfortable and oh so cute that I get a perfect zing! of good-mom satisfaction that I’m not entirely sure is wholesome. How much of my pleasure is from seeing my child nicely turned out and happy? And how much is from “ha ha ha world, I can buy these for her! Your Gloria Vanderbilts don’t make you any better than me!”
Oh, whatever. This time out, Vi got a pair of shoes with a little doohickey on the bottom that lets her spin around. “I’m going to twirl all the way to school,” she said dizzily. Joy rose inside me. For shoes, people, for shoes. It just seems wrong.
Babby Girl Shoes Biography
When I was a little girl, my mom stayed home with my brother and I and my dad worked at a managerial job. We didn’t have tons of money, but we had food on the table and love. Still, I remember the things I couldn’t have that other kids did. Like designer jeans. They were huge in the 70s, those of you now in your 40s will recall. We couldn’t afford them.
Makes sense! It was a totally ridiculous thing to want. Expensive jeans? For a little child who’s going to grow out of them? Silliness. Nonsense. Those jeans cost as much as our weekly grocery bill. No way. Besides, my parents wouldn’t have to buy just one pair of expensive designer jeans, but two, because I had a brother who would have wanted his own pair.
Even so, I remember looking at the other girls in class enviously. I wanted what they had! Maybe it was good for me to want and not to get. That’s what people say, anyway. Or maybe it wasn’t, because I think it led pretty directly to my expensive new habit: shoe shopping on Zappos for Violet.
Ohhhh I can’t help myself! I know I should just go to Payless and get cheapie shoes, or get one nice pair of solid shoes that she can wear day in, day out. But then I get there on the site and I start clicking around, maybe I search for “pink” or “glitter” or “casual wedge under $50″ but once you look at one pair, they’ve got you. They’ve got you! Then they show you other shoes on the side: you might like this shoe too. And I always do! AUGH! They have made girls’ shoes so cute these days, they hit on every one of my girl-weakness buttons: ooooh this one is silver! With little double-cherry charms hanging off the aglets! And PINK FUR on the inside! OMG OMG OMG OMG!
Violet had shoe issues for a long time as a little, and still does to some extent, so when she starts outgrowing a set, we’ll order eight or ten pairs to try on, and I’ll intend to actually buy two. But once the shoes are actually in my house, every time, I end up buying more than I intend. I get all woozy seeing the dear little stars on the inside of this one, and the pretty little bow on the toe of these ones.
And when I see them on her feet, I get such a feeling of satisfaction. I did that! I bought those for you, kid! She looks comfortable and oh so cute that I get a perfect zing! of good-mom satisfaction that I’m not entirely sure is wholesome. How much of my pleasure is from seeing my child nicely turned out and happy? And how much is from “ha ha ha world, I can buy these for her! Your Gloria Vanderbilts don’t make you any better than me!”
Oh, whatever. This time out, Vi got a pair of shoes with a little doohickey on the bottom that lets her spin around. “I’m going to twirl all the way to school,” she said dizzily. Joy rose inside me. For shoes, people, for shoes. It just seems wrong.
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