Shopping, heels, and age misinterpretations

Another beautiful day in beautiful Minnesota!

More nannying adventures commenced as the summer works up to it's busy fullness!

G had a camp most of the day, so C and i decided to do our favorite thing that G has no interest in.. SHOPPING! Luckily 50th and France was nearby to satisfy our needs and empty our pocketbooks.

I had been so excited to wear my new wedges (which I must add were purchased for me by my best friend Mel, as after she sent me a picture of her new ones on sale, I jumped with excitement and called   her asking to get me a pair too. Awesome friend award right there folks!) , perfectly designed for summer, and went well with my cutoff jeans and black tank... So i strutted my stuff along the avenue working the heels.

However, at a certain point while sorting through the sale rack at anthropologie, I realized something... I wanted so badly to change into flip flops!

So we traipsed back to the car and I changed shoes, and was very very happy about it. I shall save these ones for a dinner out on the town :)

ugh.. so cute.. but so so so not my day-to-day footwear 

I wish I was one of those people, who could wear heels all day, with the perfect outfit, and the perfect accessories, but honestly, it's summer. It's hot, the sun is shining, and I really just want to be in a pair of shorts, a tank, and flip flops! And you know what, that is ok!

Heels serve their purpose. Weddings, Christmas, fancy dinners, fancy parties... but for me, NOT for everyday wear... too much darn work.

So we went on our merry way, peeking in stores and looking for the best sales of summer, when a woman in one of the stores welcomed C after we had been in the store for a while. C's confused look then prompted the woman to say "oh sorry dear! I didn't see you with your Mom there"...

UMMMM talk about JAW dropping moment, C turned to me with a big grin trying to hold back a boisterous laugh as I picked my jaw up from the floor... I am 20, C is 12... do i seriously look old enough to be her mother! OY!
The woman went back to work and as we left the store I turned to C and said "yup, didn't you know? you are my blonde miracle baby from when I was 8!"

So we had a good laugh while I stole a couple extra looks in the mirror to make sure I hadn't magically turned into a 40 year old woman.

Nope, we're good :)

Happy Living!
~M