So I went to Nordstrom the other day after work. I was on a mission to find some comfortable winter shoes didn't make me feel like I should be out in a field harvesting tulips.
Since it was a Thursday afternoon, it wasn't very busy, so I had lots of space and uninterrupted time to look around. I tried on clogs, I tried on boots and I tried on Dansko sandals, which felt like boxes. (Which is sad, because my hairstylist has some and they look cute on her little feet.)
The first salesperson that helped me was a younger woman and she was sweet and unassuming. I tried on some boots that didn't rock my world and wandered off to look at some Munro flats. I had treaded into the "comfort" area and I wasn't turning back. (Why the sudden need for comfort? Well, I have managed to do something to my knees while working out, apparently, and they are all hurty now. So my doctor referred me to a physical therapist, who I'll be visiting next week... I should never have left the couch and my beloved plastic surgery programming.)
While in the comfort shoe area, an older gentleman shoe salesperson came and asked if I needed help. I did, but what is the proper etiquette with that? I worried briefly about switiching salespeople, but then remembered my goal and pushed my worries aside. I showed him some of the shoes that I wanted to try on and furtively avoided looking at the salesgirl that just helped me.
I wish I had gotten the saleman's name, but I didn't, so I'll call him Francois. He was bossy and I think he was French or Italian, but he knew how to sell a shoe and I liked his honesty. He almost wouldn't let me try on the Merrill clogs that I showed him. He said,"They are for, eh, you know, going to the grocery store. Eh, they are not for you." But I insisted. I put them on and they looked like I could start clogging at any moment and burst into song about milkmaids and cows. (Strangely, they don't look like that on my Mom's feet. Her feet are so long and narrow that they just look like boots or something.)
Anyhoodles, Francois encouraged me to get these Munro boots in brown.
They have padding left, right and center and are dreamy to walk in, yet they look professional and business-y for work (but not "maverick-y"). He said that they were a good choice and looked very stylish on my feet. I am such as sucker for compliments like that. And, happy ending - I am wearing them right now and I'm very, very comfortable, but in a stylish way (I hope!).
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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