I'm writing this in my living room in East Point sitting by the fire with Poesie at my feet and Ralph upstairs creaking his father's old oak desk chair as he writes. Blissful.
I wanted some boots. The only closed toed shoes I had were some black suede knee boots. It was chilly but still warm enough that knee boots made me hot.
This was a sort of funny, sort of humbling experience. I dressed as comfortably as I could. I suffered so with the side-effects of my med which made me prone to break into a sweat after walking far. Perspiration would pop out on the temples of my head which I wiped frequently with kleenex I made sure to keep in my purse. I wore my cotton green military style jacket (satin lined cuffs, very cute), blue jeans, and white sandals. I believe I had on my pink sleeveless blouse. And I put on and took off my London Fog frequently.
I planned my journey and arrived safe and sound at the door to Selfridges via a bus from Camden Rd. I looked around, oriented myself, and dove in. Sparkly Christmas lights everywhere. Spectacular display windows. But I was focused on the boots. I'd researched them online. I walked into the store into what turned out to be the cosmetics department. Very high ceilings, gleaming floors, columns, pretty people. I started perspiring as usual after walking. I wove my way through the cases and located a store directory which directed me to the third floor. Up the escalator. Turn to the left and into the largest shoe department in the world! It turned out to be fortunate I came upon the cheapest shoes first. I looked and looked and looked. I passed on to the next room. Dune shoes among others. 99 pounds at the least. (166 dollars) Beautiful boots. On to the next room. More expensive. I sensed a trend. These prices were out of sight and I was only maybe 1/2 way through. Back to the cheaper shoes. I was conscious of having perspired. Didn't want to take off my jacket. Struggling. Requested three pair of shoes to try in two sizes as I wasn't sure of British sizes. I sat down across from a full length mirror. There I was. Summer WHITE sandals, regular slim fit jeans and all around me had on tight jeans and boots. Felt like a pauper. Lordy. Couldn't decide so I bought a straight-forward pair of low heeled black ankle boots with pointed toes and a flat black biker boot. Try them on at home. Couldn't wait to get out of there.
Out on the street. Glittering lights all around. Christmas. I window shopped my way back to the street I'd identified as the location of the bus stop I needed for home. I couldn't wait to bring Ralph back here. And thank goodness I found the right stop. Once safely on the bus, I relaxed. I put the big yellow bag of shoes on the floor in front of me and waited. Unsure just how far in home direction this bus went I decided to get off near Whole Foods. I slipped past my seat mate and onto the street and blended in with the fast-paced sidewalk crowd. My shoes. MY BOOTS!! Running back towards the bus which was coming my way. Glimpsed my seat mate standing up with my bag in hand. She spotted me and moved to the driver. In a moment he stopped. Thank god! I jumped on thanking the miffed driver, effusively thanked the woman, and ran off the bus. Again, Lordy. What an angel that woman was. I was incredibly lucky and so absent-minded!
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