Anyway after traipsing (with Sophia) around numerous shops, which either seem to believe it is reasonable to charge adult shoe prices for kiddie shoes with sparkles on, or sold shoes which looked like they would break in 2.5 minutes, I gave up. At least I found out her new shoe size. It's 8 if you're interested.
For Bogdan's other brother's wedding last year Sophia wore beautiful golden and silver Monsoon 'heels' that I found on ebay. I bid for them and won and my sister-in-law brought them over when they came. They fit like a glove and she adored them. A rare find for my little Cinderella. I had hoped they would have been good for this wedding too but it was a long shot and sure enough they were too small. When Sophia tried them on and they didn't fit she said 'Oh no Mummy, I'm the ugly step-sister...' hahaha. Poor poppet. She loved them. Oh well...a day before this next wedding the hunt continued. This time, alone. Armed with the size 8 information I wasn't holding out much hope feeling like I had already scoured the city. I may also have not had much hope because I had been particularly grumpy that day. Ever feel like that? I heard someone say that for women in general (not to be sexist but...) when one light bulb 'breaks' then all the lights go out. It's like one thing affects another which knocks onto another etc. Well I had had a bad day. I was grumpy. I had been snappy to my husband (probably the first time ever since we have been married....no...wait...that's a lie.....second time...) and I wasnt feeling into shoe shopping. It's always a drag when you are trying to find something specific as well. No one likes a shoe hunt the day before a wedding. No one.
