The Red Shoes
Feb. 22nd, 2007 09:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootI needed to go shopping for many reasons; I am meant to be doing a shoot on the streets of London soon, accosting passers-by for the cameras; this means full length shots, which in turn will require leggies and tootsies to be on display.
Now as it turns out, much as I love my jeans, this Spring's short styles can really flatter me - anything that shifts attention to the pins is my friend. However, said pins are white, white, white. The disaster of fake tanning may be on its way. (I can hear the mockery of the studio boys even yet; "We gon'turn yuh into a presentuh, baybee...fust, we gon'shrink yuh, then we gon' dye yaw haya yelluh, and then we gon' cullah yaw skin like a tangereeeen. Congratulations, baybee! Yaw uh staah!")
Yesterday was meant to be about dresses, shoes and curtains. For reasons mentioned above, dresses were quickly sorted, and then it was time to attend to the shoes; specifically, I needed red ones, and found them too (I can do it when I try) in Debenhams, for £30, not bad, I thought. So off I trundled with my
So I went back to Debenhams. Were they sure they had actually given me the shoes? Yes they were. Had I left the shoebag somewhere while I was trying on other things in the shop? They phoned security to see if anyone had handed in a pair of red shoes. No joy. Sighing with despair and resolved never to mention this to anyone, let alone
larians, I bought another pair of the red shoes. And just as some people can never leave past troubles behind, so I found myself once again wandering around the Arndale centre, this time looking for the food halls, which I also managed to miss entirely. At this point, a shop assistant popped out of a nearby shop, like a cuckoo from a clock.
'Excuse me,' she said, 'Aren't you the lady who left her shoes here?' I could recall neither the shop nor the assistant. She brandished a familiar bag at me. I opened it. Sure enough, there they were.
I now had two pairs of identical red shoes.
I did not need two pairs of identical red shoes.
But I did need a pair of black shoes.
Cue return to Debenhams, a long explanation given under the pitying gaze of the same shop assistant I had almost but not quite accused of not giving me the shoes in the first place. She seemed without rancour; clearly it was instore be-kind-to-cretins week. And I swopped one pair of red shoes for a pair of black shoes.
And I came home, exhausted. The curtains barely got a look in.
Shopping. It's not my bag.
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Date: 2007-02-22 10:45 am (UTC)It was necessary!
Date: 2007-02-22 10:50 am (UTC)Re: It was necessary!
Date: 2007-02-22 10:51 am (UTC)"Shopping. It's not my bag."
Re: It was necessary!
Date: 2007-02-22 10:54 am (UTC)Re: It was necessary!
Date: 2007-02-22 12:24 pm (UTC)Do you really want us to answer this?
Doubt
Date: 2007-02-23 10:11 am (UTC)Though sarcasm may get you to its gates sooner!
Re: Doubt
Date: 2007-02-23 12:10 pm (UTC)Re: It was necessary!
Date: 2007-02-22 05:34 pm (UTC)Re: It was necessary!
Date: 2007-02-23 10:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-22 10:52 pm (UTC)I'm glad you got some though. *grin*
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Date: 2007-02-23 10:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-23 06:43 pm (UTC)