Gone shoppin'
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tikistitchTuesday was a day of RETAIL MANIA here at Casa de Tikistitch, aided and abetted by some crafty Euro-buddies. Shall we recap?
We started the day at John Fluevog Shoes. If you ever glance at the LJ rumblings of the Steampunkers, you are no doubt in awe of their strangely retro-future collection of quality footwear. As it happens, our Italian officemate had located an actual retail store only a handful of blocks (and all downhill!!!) from Casa de Tiki. We decided a reconaissance mission was in order.
And the fabled shoes?
They are even cuter in person.
We soon however fixated on...
...which are also even cuter in person.
HOWEVER!
As you might guess from the photo image, these short boots lack a zipper or any kind of fastener. They are, to be blunt, Barbie shoes. Basically, either your whole foot goes inside, or it doesn't.
Or, in tiki's case, one foot went inside, the other didn't.
Which wouldn't have been much of an obstacle, we think, in many a shoe shop since the advent of a clever device called a shoehorn. However, as we struggled yesterday with our uncooperative left heel, the clerk who had brought out the shoes, Almighty Arbiter of Fluevog, stood aside quietly seething at our offense against his beloved footwear. Instead of occupying himself by running for a shoehorn, as has been our experience when a clerk wants to actually, ya know, sell a shoe, he chastized us from up high. "You're putting them on wrong!" he noted helpfully. Which seemed an odd remark, as tiki has been successfully maneuvering shoes onto her feet on an almost daily basis for longer than the particular clerk has been alive.
As we didn't want to further offend AAF, instead of broaching the seemingly tricky shoehorn subject, we quietly requested a half size larger. Sadly, though, our left heel still refused to cooperate with sizing rules of La Belle Fluevog, which only seemed to further incense AAF. Ignoring his fellow clerk's chirpy cheer of, "Oh, you gotta really tug those things the first time you put 'em on, they're tight!" he repeated his admonishment of our ineptness vis a vis donning footwear.
So. We left.
To never to dark in the Seattle John Fluevog shop again in our lifetime. Or, our nonexistent childrens' lifetimes.
(Though, our sweet Italian officemate has kindly offered to let us try on her pair. With, ya know, a shoehorn. 'Cause, the shoes? They're even cuter in person.)
We started the day at John Fluevog Shoes. If you ever glance at the LJ rumblings of the Steampunkers, you are no doubt in awe of their strangely retro-future collection of quality footwear. As it happens, our Italian officemate had located an actual retail store only a handful of blocks (and all downhill!!!) from Casa de Tiki. We decided a reconaissance mission was in order.
And the fabled shoes?
They are even cuter in person.
We soon however fixated on...
...which are also even cuter in person.
HOWEVER!
As you might guess from the photo image, these short boots lack a zipper or any kind of fastener. They are, to be blunt, Barbie shoes. Basically, either your whole foot goes inside, or it doesn't.
Or, in tiki's case, one foot went inside, the other didn't.
Which wouldn't have been much of an obstacle, we think, in many a shoe shop since the advent of a clever device called a shoehorn. However, as we struggled yesterday with our uncooperative left heel, the clerk who had brought out the shoes, Almighty Arbiter of Fluevog, stood aside quietly seething at our offense against his beloved footwear. Instead of occupying himself by running for a shoehorn, as has been our experience when a clerk wants to actually, ya know, sell a shoe, he chastized us from up high. "You're putting them on wrong!" he noted helpfully. Which seemed an odd remark, as tiki has been successfully maneuvering shoes onto her feet on an almost daily basis for longer than the particular clerk has been alive.
As we didn't want to further offend AAF, instead of broaching the seemingly tricky shoehorn subject, we quietly requested a half size larger. Sadly, though, our left heel still refused to cooperate with sizing rules of La Belle Fluevog, which only seemed to further incense AAF. Ignoring his fellow clerk's chirpy cheer of, "Oh, you gotta really tug those things the first time you put 'em on, they're tight!" he repeated his admonishment of our ineptness vis a vis donning footwear.
So. We left.
To never to dark in the Seattle John Fluevog shop again in our lifetime. Or, our nonexistent childrens' lifetimes.
(Though, our sweet Italian officemate has kindly offered to let us try on her pair. With, ya know, a shoehorn. 'Cause, the shoes? They're even cuter in person.)
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The not-a-sales-clerk undoubtedly thought that anyone who has enough money to be able to easily purchase their (in my opinion) ugly and overpriced shoes and boots is obviously not cool enough to deserve them.
As Heinlein once wrote, people like that need be slapped around or to have their toes tromped upon until they apologize.