I have issues.
Many of my issues I will never share with anyone that hasn’t sworn on a stack of Bibles to love me unconditionally.
But some issues I will.
Welcome to my strange little world.
Once I find something I love, I rarely, if ever, stray. Even if I want to. Even if I need to, I just can’t seem to do it.
Take shoes, for example. Several years ago, blissfully unaware of how this day would change my life forever, I bought my first pair of Born sandals.
And that little pair of Born shoes gave way to generation after generation of Borns. Eventually filling the little shoe rack in my closet.
Honestly, I don’t have a lot of shoes.
Just a lot of shoes that look almost exactly alike. Every time I needed a new pair of shoes, a pair of Borns showed up.
But recently *big sigh* my beloved first pair of brown Born sandals have succumbed to years and years of overuse. Sweat. China. Dirt. China. Rain. China.
Upon noticing them hanging in my closet, my husband announced that I had to find a replacement pair. That he was throwing my old faves away. The peeling, curling and torn leather declaring that they didn’t even deserve to be in the Goodwill pile.
Straight to the trash.
So I began the hunt. Online of course. Shopping for shoes with three very small children is a job for the outrageously brave. Or the completely insane. Or those with a nanny.
As you might have guessed, I assumed I’d just find some new Born sandals. Brown please. And, ideally on sale, thankyouverrymuch.
Nada. I moved on to Borns not on sale. And then, finding nothing, I ventured on to *gasp* other brands.
I hoped to find something equally beautiful and possibly even less expensive.
It didn’t quite work out that way.
I found a pair I loved.
I found a pair I adored.
I found a pair I could not afford.
This is where I thought the story ended. But alas, it did not. My husband presented me with a package, in anticipation of our upcoming anniversary (tomorrow! I have nothing for him! I stink!) to see if indeed, I loved these as much in person as I did online.
I was afraid. Very, very afraid.
Honestly, I hoped that I would hate them. Or that they wouldn’t fit. Or that some insanely irritating thing about them would justify their return and I could get all my husband’s hard-earned dough back.
But it was not to be. I loved them from the moment I put them on. Everything about them. I could find no flaw.
Other than the fact that they cost $130.
My husband has
given me the ultimatum shared with me that if I return these shoes, it will be the last gift he buys for me. Seems I have a very bad habit of returning all things I feel are excessive and overindulgent.
I don’t know why, but this man of mine just wants to indulge me. And all I want to do is send it back.
Good thing he’s already sworn on a stack of Bibles to love me unconditionally.