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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.


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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
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