Spotted on the street

Today, I was 'spotted on the street', well I suppose you could say spotted in the mirror! I've been meaning to do a post on the boots I own but just haven't got round to doing one yet. 

So today, as I've started walking to work due to my car being very poorly. The need to get my dogs Jasper and Harvey to and from doggy-day care (my mum's but didn't it just for one second sound like I was Paris Hilton!) means I needed some boots that were made for walking.

I usually buy a pair of boots every couple of years, I like to try and find a boot with some detailing that could resemble the vintage footwear like buckles or button detailing.  This pair were one of my last boot purchases bought from Barratts, for around £70, in December 2008 for my planned wedding and honeymoon in Vegas and San Francisco. 



Funny story though, I thought I would save these boots for the holidays and choose to leave them in the box untouched until March when I'd be jetting off.  But, luckily as you'll soon find out, I choose to 'break them in'.  Okay, really I couldn't leave a brand new purchase sitting them untouched or unworn for so long, I just had to wear them!

Before I continue with my little story, I must stress that getting married is apparently one of the most stressful milestones that a person can go through, so you can imagine my state of mind - just over two months to go before the wedding and still sorting all the finer details out. So off out I pop, wearing my snazzy new boots, to my mums.  I keep thinking that something was wrong with the boot but couldn't finger out why until I had arrived at my mums after a twenty minute walk through our village.  I looked at the boots and saw that they weren't exactly the same size (really one foot looked like Herman Munster's against my size 6 boot!).  I'd been given the wrong matching sizes - a 6 and an 8).  I managed to contact the shop but unfortunately they were unable to re-match the right sizes (I sometimes think about that lost soul, like me, wandering around with mis-matched boots) and gave me a refund. The thing is, that I really liked the boots so checked out the website and managed to buy them with a 20% discount!  It was like it was meant to be . . .



Moral of the story - make sure you and the assistant check you have the correct, matching size boots before leaving the shop then wearing them for a three mile walk!

Comments

Laurie said…
Three miles in odd shoes? Outrageous!
Abi Gray said…
How this post made me chuckle!! Bless your heart.
Oh and what is an Ovaltine baby?? I assume it's a good thing?
xx
That's hilarious! Three miles? Brilliant xx
Pearl Westwood said…
I had to laugh, how on earth didnt you notice when you put them on ha ha! But so glad to hear you manged to get a new pair, they are lovely xx
Jamie-Lee Burns said…
Wow I can't imagine being given two different sized shoes, crazy!
CameronPoe2409 said…
I have forgot to mention that I'm extremely short-sighted too so its a combination of stress and bad eyesight that made me walk in odd shoes honest LOL! The size 8 made me look like I had a club foot!

Vintage Sparkle - I will try and find a picture but it was an advert from around 35 years ago (god I am that old) but the Ovaltine advert was these cherubic children with rosy cheeks and blond curls that sang the ovaltine song.
noone said…
omg that happened to me once! and it was in a flea market so i couldnt go back and return it- I think they did it on purpose because they insisted on going back to get me another pair (because they knew i wouldn't come back since i was foreign)
Sharon S said…
Hi there-lol, what a funny story, but it did pay dividends to get 20% off in the end!! Have a lovely weekend my dear! xx
Make Do Style said…
How funny! I do sometimes wish I could get different size shoes mind you as one of my feet is half a size smaller and often flaps out!

You are right it is always best to check - just think Mary Portas when it comes to service!!

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