Every few months, I take Baguette to Stride Rite so that we can get her fitted for shoes. And every time, she walks away in a new pair of shoes, because (a) her feet have grown, and (b) I cannot resist buying tiny shoes.
Fortunately, I’m able to keep my impulses somewhat in check with the knowledge that Baguette’s shoe wardrobe is already quite extensive–Mr. Sandwich’s mother is a genius at finding cute used baby clothes, including shoes. Seriously, this child is much better dressed–and with much greater variety–than I am.
But right now, wearing the shoes we bought her at full retail price, her feet sparkle like a vampire in the sunlight.
Photo by bondidwhat, via Flickr.