Skip to main content

Seven Pairs of Shoes

This weekend we went shoe shopping. Click over to 4 OR MORE for the story that goes along with these pictures.


Labels:

Comments

Jennifer@DoingTheNextThing said…
Gotta love BOGO! It's the only way I can outfit my crew with all the shoes they need for their feet - which keep insisting on growing!!! I look forward to checking out the story later.
October 22, 2007 at 11:09 AM
Janelle said…
Great story! Sounds like you made the clerk's day.

Too funny about Spiderman. Sneaky, little man.
October 22, 2007 at 12:07 PM
ocean mommy said…
I'm jumping over to read the story!

Looks like a fun day! :)

steph.
October 22, 2007 at 1:09 PM
lori said…
just read it...
sounds very familiar with just a few less...'black, there's a black pair..'
the picture of them in front of the mirror is PRICELESS...
great story Kate, and oh soooooo true!
peace,
lori
October 23, 2007 at 6:35 AM
Meg said…
We were just at PayLess last week too! Only two pair for us...the two-year-old lost it after her shoes were chosen. We will have to go back for the big girls! I should have taken Daddy along...good idea! Never hurts to have another set of hands!
October 23, 2007 at 7:01 AM
Anonymous said…
Oh, the change of seasons brings with it the bi-annual swapping of hand-me-downs and the shoe shopping. It's torture to me, most of the time, but God is good and merciful - even about such small things! We haven't gone barefoot yet!
I'm hopping over to the story now...
October 24, 2007 at 1:04 PM
Mary@notbefore7 said…
We love BOGO as well. Loved the story - shoe shopping is such an adventure.
October 24, 2007 at 8:44 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Artistic Expression and Faith

A few days ago, I came across a post called Of Books and Faith written by Beck at Frog and Toad are Still Friends ( The best blog name EVER to my mind.) She writes about how the Christian market is saturated with mediocre books. How few fiction authors there are who really grapple with the messiness of humanity from a Christian perspective. I agree with her whole-heartedly. The Christian life does not come with the lack of conflict and the happily-ever-after resolutions that I find in many books of this genre. It's funny that I came across that post because I had been thinking similar thoughts about another form of Christian expression. Art. Christian art is often either poorly rendered or is just too pretty. It lacks creativity. It doesn't engage the mind. Remember when I made that long trek to Hobby Lobby for stencil supplies? That was where this idea started to form. I spent a few minutes flipping through posters. Flip. Glowing Jesus in a meadow. Flip. Glowing Jesus surr...
15 comments
Read more

4-H Exhibits-Updated

Update: Blue ribbons all around! 4 of our projects will go onto the state fair. John's headboard exceeds size limitations and so we will lug it home tomorrow. We are relieved. That thing is heavy! ************* For the past few weeks we have been busy sewing, sawing, quilling and painting 4-H projects. The kids have been in 4-H for about a month and they started with a bang. The annual 4-H fair is tomorrow. So this morning we loaded these projects and four kids wearing slippers into the car. The fifth one had sense enough to wear flip-flops. (The other four complained as we pulled out of the driveway that their feet were sweating.) John reclining against the headboard that he built with Stuart. He wrote the 10 Commandments of Table Saw Safety to accompany this project. Claire's quilling project. Lauren modeling the apron that she sewed. Lauren and the dog painting she has been working on in art class for the past few months. Faith and her quilling project. So now...
27 comments
Read more

The Ice Cream Parlor

The Tooth Fairy doesn’t come to our house. Not because of any deep seated anti-Tooth Fairy angst. I'm just a tradition rebel. When each child looses his first tooth, we leave the rest of the pack at home and take the newly toothless one out for ice cream. This was easily accomplished when all of the children were young and the ice cream parlor was ten minutes away. We realized this simple tradition had become more complicated when Claire’s first tooth came out in my palm. The big guys don’t need a baby sitter. The little ones do. Kid combinations are such that we can’t leave them all home alone without outside supervision. Add in the drive time to and from the nearest soft serve establishment and we’re looking at three hours. Just for a quick trip to get ice cream! What to do? “I know, Mama! We can drive to the grocery store and get ice cream and eat it in the car!” “I don’t know. The thought of eating cold ice cream in the car in a hurry in January isn’t my idea of a da...
17 comments
Read more