While I wait for my umpteenth load of laundry to dry, here’s a question for you:
Do you like the grey shoes?
Or do you prefer the silver, sparkly ones?
Renaissance Man and I spent over an hour discussing the merits of each with Russia tonight in preparation for the Fall Ball, which is a week away. I was prepared to vote for the grey ones, but frankly, I’m kind of digging the sparkles, as is Russia. We are working hard to help her make her own decisions; this is a very difficult skill for her. She constantly second-guesses herself. Her heart is screaming for sparkles, but her head is wondering if the grey ones are more practical for the future.
Of course, I suppose she could always wear both while doing her famous “Lobster Dance.”