Okay, there would have been a really good blog post today (I'm sure) if I'd just had time.
But, you see, Sydney and I bought new shoes and they came in the mail yesterday.
Hers are perfect for her.
I decided this morning that I wanted to change the laces to the alternate gray laces that came with the shoes. That took 10 minutes. I don't replace the laces in shoes very often. Obviously. And to get them to look like they're supposed to takes thought. And, if I don't do them like I'm supposed to, Sydney points and laughs.
So, after I got them laced up and put them on and tied them, I realized that they're too small. They are my size number. I've double checked that. But, they're too short. I'm starting to think that the manufacturers are playing the same trick with shoes that they played recently with men's underwear; change the size to trick men into feeling better about themselves.
It goes this way;
Size Large underwear used to include my waist size (number omitted here due to it's nobody's business unless you're going to buy me some underwear). Then, suddenly, I bought new underwear and could barely tuck all the extra fabric into my trousers. In the time it took for my elastic to lose it's spring, they'd changed the size. And, now my waist size fits in size Medium. Don't get me wrong. It does make me feel better to be a size medium than it does to be a size large. Mostly because I wore a size medium when I graduated high school and it feels good to be a medium again. But, it's a lie because my waist size is nothing, if not larger than it was when I was 18.
Of course, just because it made me feel better doesn't mean that's why they changed the sizes. It could be because they ran out of space to put extra X's before the large; x-large, xx-large, xxx-large, xxxx-large, 5x, 6x...
So, now it looks like they're doing the same thing with shoes; making me feel like I have bigger feet. Because we all know what big feet and big hands means...
big shoes and big gloves.
I hope everyone has a great Friday. This little bit of silliness is brought to you by my very good mood. I will be attending the quilt bee tomorrow. I am excited, but I also know that tomorrow morning, when I'm packing stuff up and pondering leaving my comfy sewing room, I'm going to have second thoughts. I am so old and sot in my ways.
Tip for successful parenting. Your kid cannot say they didn't find the list of chores you left them if you text them the list. Ask me how I know.