First Shoes

As Lyra walked up and down and up and down the slightly damp grass in her stockinged feet yesterday I could feel the disparaging looks from the Good Mothers burning holes in me.

"Look at that poor child with no shoes to keep her feet safe and dry" they whispered.

Sometimes, the burden of being a Bad Mother can become a little too much, so in a fit of madness hubby and I bundled Lyra-The-Determined into the car and took her along to Clarks. The UK's leading children's shoe retailer. On the final Saturday before school recommences. We must be clinically insane.

Well, if Lyra hadn't already been on this Earth, that shop on that day might have been enough to deter me from even thinking about having a child. But it's too late. She's here, she's growing and she needs shoes. So into the fray we stumbled.

Some time later, our sanity only just in tact, hubby's wallet rather lighter and Lyra a little less chipper than she had been on entering the shop, we were the proud owners of a pair of 3F first shoes.

24 hours on and we've recovered enough from the experience to introduce said shoes to Blipland. So here they are.

Apparently they taste great.