The cutiest girl
I had a really nice day. It started off as a nice snuggly morning with my favorite snuggle-bunnies. Much hanging around and chatting, then breakfast. Hurray!
Later the SubG and I drove to The City.
We went to the John Fluevog store in the Haight. I wanted to try on a few pairs I'd been looking at on the website. I want a pair of shoes that fills exactly the same roll as my current Birkenstock Kensingtons but look a little different. This is to add some variety to my wardrobe and to allow me not to be wearing the same shoes every day.
It was good I went to the store. The Gibson Swirls I wanted fit me a little weird through the heel. However, I got a pair of Derby Swirls and they look and feel great.
I also wanted to see the Chamomiles in person. I am glad I made the drive. The toe is a lot more pointy than the picture indicates. I didn't like them.
Anyway, then we drove across town to Chinatown to got to a tiny store that was completely jammed full of of various kitchen and table implements and accessories. The aged proprietess appeared to speak no english at all, and the young woman who assisted the SubG had about three words. However, she was an excellent customer service provider and quickly determined that the SubG knew exactly what he wanted and whipped out the catalog to let him choose the correct model number and point. She had exactly what he was looking for and procured two enormous fucking cleavers immediately. His face lit up; I kid you not. He produced cash to trade for his bone chopping implements and she wrapped them up and bagged them. And off we went.
It was a long-ish drive for a pair of shoes and a pair of cleavers. But, we each got exactly what we wanted. And there was good conversation and stuff. A highly successful day.
Later the SubG and I drove to The City.
We went to the John Fluevog store in the Haight. I wanted to try on a few pairs I'd been looking at on the website. I want a pair of shoes that fills exactly the same roll as my current Birkenstock Kensingtons but look a little different. This is to add some variety to my wardrobe and to allow me not to be wearing the same shoes every day.
It was good I went to the store. The Gibson Swirls I wanted fit me a little weird through the heel. However, I got a pair of Derby Swirls and they look and feel great.
I also wanted to see the Chamomiles in person. I am glad I made the drive. The toe is a lot more pointy than the picture indicates. I didn't like them.
Anyway, then we drove across town to Chinatown to got to a tiny store that was completely jammed full of of various kitchen and table implements and accessories. The aged proprietess appeared to speak no english at all, and the young woman who assisted the SubG had about three words. However, she was an excellent customer service provider and quickly determined that the SubG knew exactly what he wanted and whipped out the catalog to let him choose the correct model number and point. She had exactly what he was looking for and procured two enormous fucking cleavers immediately. His face lit up; I kid you not. He produced cash to trade for his bone chopping implements and she wrapped them up and bagged them. And off we went.
It was a long-ish drive for a pair of shoes and a pair of cleavers. But, we each got exactly what we wanted. And there was good conversation and stuff. A highly successful day.