Sunday, January 14, 2007
Pretty in pink
Pink shoes, poolside
Deerfield Beach, Florida, January 2007
I went flip-flop shopping with my wife. She had been wanting a pair to wear to the beach and the pool, and kept forgetting to pick them up because every time we were in a store, we were so busy making sure the kids got everything they needed.
That's the mantra of the modern family vacation: all's well as long as the kids are happy.
But we eventually found ourselves alone in a store, and I found myself deciding between a black pair and a pink pair. She trusts me that way.
The pink struck me as happier and bouncier. I liked how the color jumped out at me and said hello. Although the black ones were likely the more logical, sober choice because they supposedly matched up with more things, I kept leaning toward the pink because they were so much kinder to my emotional side.
These wouldn't have been so much fun to shoot poolside had they been black. And she wouldn't wiggle her toes as she does if she had bought the other pair.
Your turn: Do you help your significant other go shoe shopping? Is it fun?