A Tale of Love and Longing

Oh where do I even begin this tale, a tale of an obsessed little girl and her non-obliging mother? I s'pose right here...2 years ago was born unto me a beautiful and perfect little girl. All my hopes and dreams were met when she arrived. She was perfect and tiny and pretty in pink. You know all Moms dream of dressing up their girls like little dolls. She had all the hairbows, the bracelets the pink outfits, frills and lace. There was nary a day that she was without all accessories, including shoes. Would she grow up and love Princesses and nail polish? (on a side note, she DOES love nail polish and insisted this morning on having her toes done to match her fingernails) Would she adore pretty dresses and shoes? Or would she throw down and want to only wear pants and baseball hats? It was a gamble, only time would tell.











Well peeps, time has told and she is ALL things princess and pink. And MOST ESPECIALLY all about shoes!

This is a perfect representation of Maggie. Do you remember the post on the pink sparkly shoes. They were the answer to all lifes problems for her last year. But don't worry, she is not a shoe discriminator. She will wear any shoes, none are too shabby, too big or too ugly, she will wear all shoes if allowed.

In fact, she can often be found like this. The moment we walk into anyones house, she takes her shoes off and immediately puts on any other pair she sees laying around. At Jenee P's, Maggie will immediately head for Livy and Syds closet and start rummaging through shoes, purses, etc. She just really, really, REALLY loves shoes. I mean, I knew this, but I guess I didn't realize the full extent, nor do I understand it. See, I am a total shoe loser. I come from a shoe freak of a mother. She has row after row of shoes (Maggies play heaven at grammas) in her closet. She has a shoe of every color, something for every occassion. My older sister is even more obsessed. She could possibly open her own show store with her plethora of footwear. I on the otherhand have about 4 pair to my name. I have one pair of black flip flops, a pair of white flips, some brown sandals and some dressy Sunday shoes. And the tragedy of that list is, ALL of them came from my Mom randomly showing up and saying "I bought these for you." And she bought them because my other pairs were soo ratty she couldn't take it anymore. Now, these pairs are so ratty I'M embarrassed. But, even when I take the time or effort to look, I can never find any that I like, or that aren't heels or that fit. See people, I have ginormous feet. I wear an 11 wide, thank you very much. AND, on top of that, I'm super CHEAP and POOR. So, I think anything over 10 bucks for shoes is way to expensive. You can see my problem, no? Anyway, as I said, shoes are not so much my priority. Hence how I learned this little lessons today. See, today....I took Maggie into a shoe store, for apparently the first time EVER!

I'm pretty sure she died right there and went to HEAVEN. Her literal exclmations were, and I quote; "OH MY GOSH." "OH MY GAWWWWWWSH." "Look Brookie, look at these SHOES." She stood in her aisle literally dying over so many shoes, while I was way over in my aisle literally crying over the lack of choices and the prices. See, I'm TRYING to not be so ratty, but payless refuses to help me out. Anyway, after I realized that there would be NO shoes for me today I headed over to find Maggie and Brooklyn ogling the merchandise. Maggie had plucked a "gorgeous" pair of solid gold shoes. She sat right down, took off her flips (stolen from jenee P's and 4 sizes to big) and put those shoes on. She was so happy. But at this point, i was ready to leave, Max was unruly, I had no shoes and it was time. Trying to get her out of the store proved to be rather difficult. Because then she really, really, REALLY needed to try on the sparkly pink princess shoes, and she was quite enamored by the shiny black patent leather sunday shoes, which she told me "I NEED to carry these Mom." And just as we'd make a step or two of progress, some other gorgeous pair would catch her eye. Finally, after many threats and attempts to leave, the screaming commenced. She was NOT ready to leave this utopia. No siree BOB! Hence the uncomfortable moment where I had to "escort" her out by carrying her one armed, kicking and screaming, Max on the other hip, out the door. Needless to say...lesson learned. We SHANT be visiting a shoe store anytime soon, as it'll only lead to heartache and disappointment on her part. Guess she'll have to start working sooner than she thought to feed that little shoe fetish of hers. 'Cause goodness knows this clueless, shoeless mama ain't gonna do it.

Sparkles and Woes,

Allyson