(Please note that I wrote this post on Thursday, but failed to publish it till today because I wanted to post a pic of the boots along with the story.)
I do well with window shopping. Mainly I think it's because I am so cheap. I thoroughly enjoy looking and falling in love with clothes, but my love affair stops just short of the cash register because it pains me to pull out the dough to foot the bill. Don't get me wrong, I do buy new clothes, quite regularly in fact. However, I typically buy during the off season so I can get great deals. I am sometimes thankful that the retail industry fails to stock boys clothes in great arrays like they do with girls clothes, otherwise, I would have a harder time resisting the baby clothes temptation. Which leads me to my story for the day. You see, for fun (and mere mental sanity sometimes since I need to get out of the house) B and I will go shopping. I typically don't buy anything unless it's too good of a deal to pass up (like the Gymboree khaki pants with turtles embroidered on them. I got them for $5!). Well today was a first for me. B and I were perusing the aisles at Walmart during our weekly trip and I decided to walk down the shoe aisle. I usually get frustrated on the shoe aisle because it's even worse than the clothes section. Usually you find about 2 pairs of shoes for boys, and about 200 pairs of girls shoes. And to top it off, the boys shoes ALWAYS have velcro. Velcro on shoes is one of my baby fashion pet peeves (sorry if you dress your kid in velcro shoes, but I just highly dislike them). I have sworn (I may come back to curse my own words) that I will tie B's shoes for 10 years if I have to, I just don't want him wearing velcro. Which is why he mainly just wears socks (no show socks mind you, since I also hate baby socks that have the HUGE cuffs on them). OK, off of the rabbit trail, back to the topic at hand: the Walmart shoe department. So B and I head to the back of the aisle, and I was not intending to find anything, other than something to stir my frustration with the retail industry's lack of thought for the baby males of the world. Today was different though, because out of the corner of my eye, little boots caught my attention. Little cowboy boots to be exact. Be still my heart. The tops have mossy oak camoflauge and the sides zip all the way down to the sole so you can easily slide them on your little cowpoke's feet. I immediately have visions of my little man dressed in jeans, a white polo and cowboy boots and fall in love with him all over again. The smallest size they had was a size 3, but that's OK, we slid them on his feet anyway. He kept giving me his inquisitive look, and finally I agreed with him-- we had to splurge. And so I plopped them in my buggy, continued on with my trip, and made it all the way to the front of the store without changing my mind. They are still here at home, on the table, awaiting Drew's homecoming tonight so I can show them off. We're hoping he agrees that they are just too cute to pass up.
