Shoes, Take II

Some of you may recall that this blog was born because of a pair of shoes...or rather, a couple of shoes that were decidedly NOT a pair. Yesterday, I made the disappointing discovery that my shoe impairment is hereditary.

It came as a shock, to be honest. For me, it was a bit of a stretch to HAVE enough variety in shoes to mismatch them. My daughter is of another world. She has silver shoes and red sparkle shoes, orange sandles and hightops painted with roses. She has shiny cream colored shoes and high-heeled black boots and brown suede shoes with flowers on them. She has paint-spattered tennis shoes and shiny aqua Skechers and...well, you get the idea. She knows shoes. She pays attention to shoes.

Well, except these shoes:


In case you can't tell (since the contrast, admittedly, is nowhere near so dramatic as the contrast in the original shoe post), the shoe on the left is a size 5 1/2 little brown number, and the shoe on the right would be its perfect companion...were it not a size 6 1/2.

My daughter and her friend bought identical shoes for their show choir performance at Disney last week, and we all happen to have shared a hotel room. The result was that, about three days after we returned, Tori noticed that she had brought home the "pair" above. Apparently, another child has a mirror image pair at HER house...

The only piece of good news is that the smaller one is my daughter's, so at least I know she wasn't dancing with that plastic loop with the pointy thing on it inside her shoe. And maybe that she's not QUITE as shoe-obsessed as I had originally feared...