Buyer's Remorse

Welcome November!

I thought it would be fun to just make this month's posts about Thankfulness. A bit too prosaic? Maybe, but come on, it'll be fun!

So, what are you thankful for?

God is so good and we have been given so much it's difficult to know where to begin, isn't it?

If you're like me, there are so many answers to that question that they are all crowding around in your mind, squeezing each other out, and making it difficult to know where to begin. You think, "Things I'm thankful for ... big things, little things, important things, silly, wonderful and beautiful things. So many things!" So, let me just dumb it all down right away and start by saying, I am thankful for Return Policies.

What? Return Policies? Yep, good ol' "take it out, give it a spin, if you are not satisfied, bring it back for a full refund" sorts of Return Policies.

Why?

This is why...

Sometimes, when shopping, I sorta loose my mind and begin to believe that I'm somebody else. Someone who wears 4 inch heels.

I loved these shoes. I had an idea that with their help, I would live on a great estate in England, wear tweeds, and drink tea every afternoon at 4 in a huge library filled with leather-bound first editions. These shoes were going to transform me into an Anthropologie model - you know what I'm talking about, right?

Unfortunately, that did not happen.

This is what happened.

I tried to wear them - just once - to church where I sat most of the time, not standing and not walking too much. To the pew and then back to the car - that's it. You know the drill, right? And yet, the pain! OH! The searing pain! I actually tried to use the pain to help me focus on the sermon, but beyond weeping and the gnashing of teeth, I heard nothing. On the way back to the car, Handsome once tried to take my hand, and I might have barked, "For crying out loud! Stop dragging me around! Not so fast! I'm trying to walk here!"

Not Lovely. I am not proud.

I realized after tearing the shoes off in a blind panic that they were not for me. Nor me for them. 

Besides, when wearing those shoes, I cannot deceive myself, I probably channeled a bit more late-60s pimp and less Lady Oxfordshire anyhoo. 

Hmmm...

 Yep, I am extremely thankful for stores with forgiving return policies. 

And now, if you ever see me on the street wearing something other than flip-flops or tennis-shoes, you will know that I am just pretending. Please feel free to give me a good shake to snap me out of it -- no matter the month, I will have to write a post about being thankful for kind acts of friendship.

Anyone out there feel my pain?