So, I've been under some pressure to find the perfect shoes. I mean, when my little dreamer has her heart set on "shoes without straps," what if I chose the wrong ones? But she assured me, it didn't matter what color, as long as they "didn't have straps." Okay then. Oh, and she also reminded me to "check the Gap at the mall and the Gap at the Quarry." (yeh, this girl gets around.)
I bought two pairs just in case (which was a feat in itself, since it's suuuuper hard to find strapless shoes size 11), and sure enough, one of them must be returned. But the new ones are already scuffed...off with the old, on with the new.
|the silver shoes literally have holes in the front...|
She's growing out of her favorite old shoes, but making memories in new ones. I think there's going to be a big box in the attic labeled "Julia" for all the things I just can't let go of...and I'm sure some day as I sift through it, the memories of these dreamy little days will flood my heart.
I love my jolly Julia.