A Gripe.

I try not to gripe on here...oh wait, no I don't. But before I begin, I will state that I have a lovely life & realize that in the big scheme of things this matters not.

This week my favorite pair of Reef flip flops broke. yes. broke. I have had them over 2 years & have probably worn them every. single. day. They are my 'around the house' shoes as I always have to have shoes {and not just any shoes...shoes that support} on because I have high arches & walking barefoot on tile for any length of time leads to much discomfort in my feet & legs. soo, i have a little love affair with reef flip flops. I have another pair that I have had about 4 years & they have been worn to the bone...they are my other 'go to' pair.

So it is time to replace. Which means shopping, which should not be classified as a gripe.

But I wear a size 5 shoe.

Everyone I know, much to their chagrin, has had their feet get bigger permanently from being pregnant. I had high hopes that mine would do the same. That would mean I could shop 'normal' places to find my shoes...you know like Dillard's, Macy's, Aldo...I don't know, anywhere that sells shoes.

And don't think I am being dramatic, because as you well know, I have that in me.

Size 5 shoes are no where to be found. no. where.

And frankly it burns my britches.

Dillard's for example does not carry size 5 in womens or in kids. They just skip it all together. Does that make any sense to you? Yeah, I have yelled at a salesmen or two over it.

So now that I need to replace my reefs I am left searching for somewhere or someone that carries size 5.

Which narrows me down to Nordstrom.

Which really isn't so bad after all.

But still. It kind of bugs.