I keep meaning to mention this - thought of it this morning as I was getting dressed.
Mr-Mama bought me these darling boots for Christmas. She shopped for ages to find the near-perfect match to the gorgeous little suede jacket she purchased for me on our shopping trip back in October. So considerate, truly. She was so pleased to find them and wanted to be certain that I had the right size, so she bought two pairs with plans to take back the pair that didn't fit. She bought a 7 1/2 and an 8.
As she knows, I wear a size 7 shoe. But, she said, the 7 looked so tiny! She was sure I would need something bigger. (For reference, what with being 10 inches taller than I am, Mr-Sister wears a size 12 shoe.) As it happens, the 7 1/2 fit ... a trifle roomy but boots can be worn with thick socks, so all's well that ends well.
Who is so determined to get the right size that she is willing to buy two pairs of shoes, but doesn't buy the size that the gift-recipient actually wears?
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