I was at a conference recently, in a city that has one of my fave shoe-shopping places. And not one of the tiny versions, but THE MOTHER SHIP.
Fortunately for me, my best shoe-shopping gal pal happened to be at the same conference. Guess what we did at lunch that day? Heh. 🙂
It was a no-brainer, really. I mean, who needed food when the Mother Ship called? She sent invisible, beacon-like signals all morning, like a faraway siren calling us to her. Really, we didn’t have a choice. Never mind that we were both in high heels and had to walk four city blocks to get there. Pfft. A little pain was nothing. I mean, this was the Mother Ship we’re talking about here.
When we got there it was like coming home. *Sigh* Rows upon rows upon rows of shoes. And in really cool styles, too. Top that with the smell of leather the fact that the shoes fit, and it was a wonder either one of us left the store at all!
The best part? We got back to the conference in time to have lunch. But that’s another blog post. . .. 😉
What’s your mother ship?
Happy shopping,
Melia
