Two different feet, Part II

For months now I have been looking to replace my aging sport Dansko clogs -- now grey and scuffed with five years of wear. My quest has been fruitless -- until last week. I went to Horseman's Outlet last Friday to get Riley a soaking boot (did I mention he has the mother of all abscesses?), and as I rounded the corner to the horse boot section, the proverbial shiny object -- in this case something in the shoe display -- caught my eye.

To see the "color" line of Dansko, click here...

The photo above does not BEGIN to capture the deep, rich, luminous indigo of these clogs. Technically purple, but not garish, the hue suggests "royal elegance" rather than "Barney the Dinosaur." My dream clogs, at last!

I was dimly aware that a sales lady was hovering in the periphery, and I gave her my shoe size. Within moments those jewel-toned beauties were on my feet. While seated I admired them, turning my ankles this way and that; then I stood and took perhaps seven steps, gazing downward the whole time. Returning to the chair, I removed them placed them carefully back in their box.

Although the sales lady was a study in neutrality, I'm sure she wanted my verdict. I explained that my husband had cautioned me NOT TO BUY ANYTHING non-essential as we're paying taxes out of this month's budget. She nodded with understanding. I placed the lid over the Danskos with the magic purple patina. Then I handed her the box. "So you'll hold these for me at the checkout counter?" "Of course," she answered as if she never doubted -- then she whisked them off to their happy consumer holding area.

It was a true shopper's high.