Bring up shoes and girls will talk. Who knew? And I laughed out loud when I saw Shari Braendel's comment. One of you caring, loving, kind and sneaky readers went and told on me. I feel a shopping trip with Shari coming on soon! Whoever told on me, confess! And if you live close by, we'll take you with us.
Speaking of shopping trips I have to tell you what happened yesterday. Holly and I were flying to speak at a banquet. For some reason I get my mid-west states all confused. I thought we were going to Wisconsin.
Well, it turns out we actually were headed to Minnesota. Are these states mid-west? Well, even if not, they are more in the middle and west than North Carolina. So, when we got to the airport, I became especially concerned with the fact that I was wearing flip flops. My feet just couldn't take anything else.
We landed in Minneapolis to a brisk 44 degrees. Hello cold toes.
We had a couple of hours to kill before going to speak so we planned to take some of your shoe advice and go shopping. As we made our way to our hotel, what to our wondering eyes should appear?
The MALL OF AMERICA people!!!
It's like the largest mall in the whole US of A.
We walked in, turned a corner and there before us was an oasis of shoes with the promise of warmth and COMFORT!!! It was a CLARK's shoe store. Thanks to all my bloggy friend's recommendations, I knew that was good. And to beat all, they were having a SALE!!!!!
Now this is where we have to keep a little secret from Shari. I bought clogs. If I had my camera I would take a photo. They are cute clogs but clogs non the less. And I personally know that Shari is emotionally allergic to such shoes.
I once wore some clogs at a speaking engagement and Shari immediately took me shopping once we stepped off the stage for something more "appropriate." And in Shari's defense, they were old beat up clogs. But I really never thought anyone would look at the speaker's feet for Pete's sake!
Do you? When listening to a speaker, do you even bother with looking at her feet?
Regardless, I have come to one conclusion with the whole shoe dilemma this week. The e-mail I got from my daughter last night was completely and totally worth a few bloody toes. And I quote, "I LOVE YOU! thanks so much for this week!"
When you live in a house with lots and lots of teenage hormones you sometimes feel like you might just have a slight mental breakdown. Notes like these remind me of that sweet sage advice... This too shall pass.
And when it does, I have a feeling I will miss it. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some new Clark's clogs calling my name. Happy weekend!
Speaking of shopping trips I have to tell you what happened yesterday. Holly and I were flying to speak at a banquet. For some reason I get my mid-west states all confused. I thought we were going to Wisconsin.
Well, it turns out we actually were headed to Minnesota. Are these states mid-west? Well, even if not, they are more in the middle and west than North Carolina. So, when we got to the airport, I became especially concerned with the fact that I was wearing flip flops. My feet just couldn't take anything else.
We landed in Minneapolis to a brisk 44 degrees. Hello cold toes.
We had a couple of hours to kill before going to speak so we planned to take some of your shoe advice and go shopping. As we made our way to our hotel, what to our wondering eyes should appear?
The MALL OF AMERICA people!!!
It's like the largest mall in the whole US of A.
We walked in, turned a corner and there before us was an oasis of shoes with the promise of warmth and COMFORT!!! It was a CLARK's shoe store. Thanks to all my bloggy friend's recommendations, I knew that was good. And to beat all, they were having a SALE!!!!!
Now this is where we have to keep a little secret from Shari. I bought clogs. If I had my camera I would take a photo. They are cute clogs but clogs non the less. And I personally know that Shari is emotionally allergic to such shoes.
I once wore some clogs at a speaking engagement and Shari immediately took me shopping once we stepped off the stage for something more "appropriate." And in Shari's defense, they were old beat up clogs. But I really never thought anyone would look at the speaker's feet for Pete's sake!
Do you? When listening to a speaker, do you even bother with looking at her feet?
Regardless, I have come to one conclusion with the whole shoe dilemma this week. The e-mail I got from my daughter last night was completely and totally worth a few bloody toes. And I quote, "I LOVE YOU! thanks so much for this week!"
When you live in a house with lots and lots of teenage hormones you sometimes feel like you might just have a slight mental breakdown. Notes like these remind me of that sweet sage advice... This too shall pass.
And when it does, I have a feeling I will miss it. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some new Clark's clogs calling my name. Happy weekend!
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