My battle with inadequate footwear continues
I am between shoes.
It has rained every day since… I mean, it has rained every day.
My Converses are no longer sufficient for the walk to school. Something more substantial was called for.
So, I invested in a pair of big black boots, using my Here’s-a-voucher-for-you-school-mum-having-conformed-to-the-world’s-standards-and-bought-multiple-pairs-of-Clarks-school-shoes-all-of-which-will-prove-to-be-no-match-for-either-the-weather-or-your-children’s-ever-growing-feet-before -first-term-is-out voucher.
And then it was sunny for two days.
Back to the Converses. (It’s too cold for my “WaveWalk” flip-flops…)
Meanwhile, I had a daft hoarder parent moment. The girls started ballet. I bought them ballet shoes. I then remembered that I had MY ballet shoes from when I was little. I had kept them, for, well, I had kept them.
I went into the attic, and there the were. Looking like ballet shoes. Worn out and a random size matching no one in the household and no use to man nor beast – but they were there.
So, now they are out of the attic. I kept them for thirty years.
But now I don’t know why…