Since it's just the three of us reading this at this point, I don't have to go into detail about my shopping anxiety. So last weekend we went shopping for a dress for the wedding for me and some polo and dress shirts for Clint. We hit up Banana Republic and hit the jackpot. They were having 25% off everything in the store and it would stack on any promotion they had, then we ended up getting so much stuff we went ahead and signed up for the card that got us another 15% off so we got a pretty good deal. Clint got a lot of stuff and some nice dress shirts that he could wear to their headquarters (he had a meeting there this week). As he was shopping, I went to the ladies side and looked for dresses. I saw some things but nothing that I was confident enough to get on my own. Thank God Clint said lets go look and he gave me a thumbs up/thumbs down on the ones I was iffy about. So I went to try them on and the lady who let me into the dressing room put me in the handicap room because (read with a Spanish accent) "it have more room and he go in with you for good show" I think we both blushed on that one. Anyways, both dresses worked, one for the wedding and one just to have. As we left Clint said "now that wasn't stressful was it." And I thought, no actually it wasn't. I was really happy when I sent the links to Becca online so she could see the choices and she liked!! Success and I did it relatively pain free. She recommended some shoes and I thought I can just pick some up on Friday morning before we fly out. Super confident I head to DSW this morning armed with my iPhone that has the picture of the shoes Becca recommended. I did great with the dress and I have a guide for the shoes, this is going to be a cakewalk. Then I entered the store. I think I walked up and down every aisle about 7 times. I'm pretty sure that they had me on watch. There were cute sandals just like the ones Becca pointed out but they were in black. Cute peep toe heels like another recommendation were in bronze. When I found brown sandals they were pretty casual. My anxiety level is slowly rising as I turn each aisle. I started thinking, I really should have just ordered online on Monday and been done with this. So I finally find a pair that look sort of like ones Becca sent, the straps are a little thicker but that seems okay. Where I got stuck was they had a back and an ankle strap. So I'm like is that okay, is it not, I don't know. Oh wait, I'll send a picture to Becca and she can let me know. So I take a picture of the shoe (feeling like an idiot doing it but if it eases my mind, fine) and ask are these okay or no because of the back. Send. Then I look a little more and find some peep to shoes that are a really light brown. So I take a picture of that and send, what about these but they are pretty light. Send. While I'm waiting to hear the beep of a text message I go to look at black flats for work. I start down the aisles again. Of course can't find any that I'm 100% sure would work. I've been here for a pretty darn long time and I KNOW they are suspicious of me now. Still no message. I wonder if Becca is at lunch and doesn't have her phone, oh or maybe she's already on the flight. What to do, what to do. Oh heck, I'm gonna buy the first ones and if they aren't right, I'll be shopping for shoes Saturday morning. It's not like anyone is going to expect me to be stylish. Just bite the bullet and pay. So I continue on with errands still a little apprehensive of my choice. When I get back home I check my phone and I have three texts from Clint. Text 1)Hah. No idea. What the heck is he talking about? Text 2) Seems like they are fine? Maybe hes trying to text his mom? Text 3) They look like womens shoes, does that help? Makes sense why Becca didn't reply. Okay, I'm an idiot and I need help.
