The frilly, pink, ’edgy’ skirt for Goodnight’s Drama Club production is finished. More on that in a moment. We had to find some shoes to go with it.
We found some pink high heels to match the skirt. The pink shoes were not really as frivolous a purchase as I would personally consider them to be. There seems to be a ‘shoe’ gene that’s been passed down to the females in my family. It skipped me, but I fully recognize it in my female relatives. GN inherited it as well. Heredity being what it is, can’t always be denied any more than crooked pinky fingers or attached ear lobes. So I took GN shoe-shopping. Besides, she is graduating from her school in a few months and assured me she would wear something pink for graduation in order to get more miles out of the shoes.
I’m not complaining that we had to go to three different stores to find shoes that we both agreed would work. They were at least in the same shopping strip. She liked the six-inch heels, I said ‘No.’ She thought the extremely pointed toes were cute. I said, “Bunions aren’t so cute.” She liked the black high heels. I said, “If you want to go for black, then use the Diva shoes from last year.” We weren’t arguing. I just have clear limits for foot health and 14-year-old girls. We finally spotted a nice pair of shoes. They have a heel that she can manage and the color matched her costume. They are conservative enough for the Gram who has to raise the ‘edgy’ attorney AND they were $4.99!! It was a win – win – win situation. (The third win was my pocketbook.)
I ironed the skirt last night to get it ready for her to take to school today. Goodnight wanted to try it on with the pink shoes. When she came out of her bedroom she was very quiet. She walked slowly to my bedroom door and waited.
Gram: Everything okay with you?
GN: Yes, grandmother.
Gram: Is the skirt okay?
GN: (rushing in to give me a twirl and a hug) I LOVE it!
Gram: We’re good to go, then?
GN: Yup! Wanna see my sheep?
Gram: You have a sheep?
GN: I’m Bo Peep, remember?
Gram: Bo Peep, the attorney.
GN: Yes, but I work two jobs. I still tend sheep. They gave me a crook and everything.
Gram: You take the crook to court? That’s funny! Do you get the play on words, Honey?
GN: Duh! I’m an attorney. I get it. And so, I got this sheep and I tied it to the bottom of the crook to make it look like the sheep follows me around.
Gram: Very clever. I like it.
GN twirled some more for me and then headed off to her bedroom. Just before she closed the door, she turned to me and said, “Thank for your help. I love the skirt and the shoes. So . . . don’t bug me now for a few minutes, ok, Gram?”
I could get cranky about her choice of words, but I knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to close her door, turn on her music and dance in her frilly, edgy, pink skirt. I’m certain there was a lot of twirling going on in there, too. The skirt is especially good for twirling.
She’s a delightful bundle of high-spirited, good-natured fun and unnerving unpredictability. Check out the photo. There is no hot pink tulle to make the skirt poofy. The pink netting got traded for some ‘edgy’ . . . attorney feathers. Last night she named the sheep “Stewie” . . . because she likes my lamb stew! She makes me laugh.