And Suddenly Everything's Right....

Big trauma today.

The new Volleyball Shoes arrived.

Last time we bought Volleyball shoes for Toolibelle was two years ago.

We went thru 4 purchases.

They had to be a certain type.

They had to be a certain colour.

They had to have a certain material.

They had to be perfect.

First pair, were perfect, but then after wearing once, she spotted the box from whence they came which said "Boy's Indoor Court Shoes".

They were worn no more, and sold on Ebay.

Second Pair. Were too small, and Mum inherited them.

Third pair. Were "vile and disgusting". (These obv. weren't Tooli's words, but her face said it all). They also went on Ebay.

Four pair, were perfect.

She probably needed new ones a year ago, but we have been so scared to buy another pair, because (a) I can't be arsed and (b) Dad might do his "Angry" face.

But we sat, the two of us last week, and looked for "purple", and "gel", and that make above. And decided on these after 2 hours of searching. We had to book mark them, and then re-visit them later to ensure that we really liked them. I then had to email the people and ask them about size in relation to actual sizes. (I.e., were they lying about the size charts), and then we could place the order.

I watched the tracking carefully, and inhaled deeply when I realised they were being shipped to arrive on Saturday at my work. Knowing our luck, they would probably be those couriers, who are based 50 miles away and charge £20 for a redelivery or you have to go to their collection point to pick them up yourself.

No notes in the office this morning, and so I waited.

White Van man arrived about 11. And I opened the box tentatively.

Yes, it was them.

I came home, and Si and I stood for a moment, contemplating whether or not we should let her have them at that particular moment, because it's nice to relax for a while, and if they were wrong, we would all have been stressed out for a long while.

But down the stairs she bounced, Socks on, fluffy study slippers set aside for the moment.

Took them out the box. "woooow", First positive! Good start.

Then the prayer, "Please let them fit".

We stood transfixed as she lifted the tongue and inserted her foot into the shoe.

She smiled, she grinned, she hooted.

And all was good with the world.