On Easter Sunday I went to Palavas to look for espadrilles. I have been looking ever since. Today, perchance, I was in Carrefour in search of a cap for the boys, and came across a display of dozens of variously coloured espadrilles! Ooooh, heaven, thought I.
Until I tried them on, that is. I'm a sort of size 38 although I have one foot slightly bigger than the other. So, of course, the size 38 was too small, and the 39 was too big. Visions of me flitting about the summer in variously coloured and decorated espadrilles at 5€ and 6.50€ faded until they were nothing more than the end of the evening television dot (that was).
I have trouble with shoes, it seems. I'm never in tune with the times; wanting boots when there are none about, wanting court-type shoes when flat pointy things are all the rage, or flat shoes when there's nothing under a 5cm heel to be had. Do I do it deliberately? Well, actually, I'm just trying to buy shoes to go with what I'm wearing, that's all. I don't ask for much...
Next door to Carrefour is the Halle aux Chaussures. My youngest needed sandals, so in we went. He found his bonheur pretty quickly, and I thought I'd just have a look around for something to wear during the increasingly hot spring weather. My youngest helped out, making suggestions, showing me 'suitable' shoes and pushing the stool around for me to sit on.
His taste was for the high, strappy evening shoe. Not quite what I had in mind to do the shopping in to go with pedal-pushers.
Searching for shoes is similar to searching for a presidential candidate to not vote for (as I can't vote). Either they are not in tune with the times, or they don't fit. The trouble is, you can't try them on for size first. They get voted in, and only then do you realise you made a fatal mistake. Wrong size, wrong style, wrong substance, but you're stuck with them for seven years.
At least with shoes you can send them to the Secours Catholique if they cease to be fit for purpose!
I'm glad I can't vote, really; I'd be in a real quandry for Sunday when round one takes place. As it is, I watch, knowing it's SEP to make the decisions.
At least I came away with a pair of sandals today, eventually.