“You better put some shoes on, it’s cold outside.” I warned my daughter while she sat on the couch, her dangling legs swinging back and forth.
“No. It’s ok. I’m wearing flip-flops today.”
“It’s F-E-B-R-U-A-R-Y in New York.” I cautioned.
“I wanna wear them.”
So I let her wear them. I don’t know if I’m the kind of parent who understands a girl simply has to make her own fashion choices, or if I know that sometimes a ten year-old only learns to wear shoes after getting frostbite on her toes, or if I just didn’t feel like arguing over flip-flops on my birthday. I suspect it’s the latter. At any rate, FringeKid wore flip-flops on Saturday. It was snowing by two o’clock in the afternoon, and it did not stop snowing until the wee hours of Monday morning.
As a surprise for my birthday, FringeMan took me to a great big wonderful mall in Syracuse and got us a hotel room for the night. Now before your mind goes and gets all romantic, we took the children, the flip-flop wearing children. It was a little like being on vacation, only we were still in our dreary home state.
I generally don’t vacation in places with snow, at least not while it’s on the ground, but I’m glad this weekend was an exception. I needed nothing more than a shopping trip and a night away from the laundry and dishes.
Despite my swollen foot and the ugly paint-spattered sneakers I was forced to wear, FringeKid and I must have walked five miles. My mission was to find a great bag.
I wanted a good bag. I wanted leather, but I soon found out that I could only afford a tissue size purse in leather. My internal radar zoned in on every single purse bound to the display racks with a chain. Needless to say I didn’t walk away with one of those bags; however, I did find a lovely purse in my price range. It’s not leather, but as a consolation, it came with a free umbrella.
So without further ado, I present to you The Yellow Bag.
To make my birthday complete, I found my shoes on Amazon for $20 dollars cheaper than I originally planned. I love a bargain.