I served my mission in Milan, Italy. Fashion capital of the world. Before I went there, I thought that title was just a bunch of nonsense. When I got there, however, I was blown away by how true it was. So many clothing stores, so many designer names, so many underground outlet stores, so many stores where an appointment was required JUST to step inside, and so many beautiful models walking around like they were just normal people. They were hardly ever seriously interested in the message we had to share, but would agree to see us again so we could share that message. For some reason they were always drastically less interested when the Sisters would show up at their door. It must have been my Salvatore Ferragamo's that got them interested.
Italy was great. I appreciate the Italians and all the food they fed me. I had the BEST lasagna ever one Christmas. Even though I knew there were still 8 courses or so before the meal was over, I ate 3 Beto's sized pieces. The American dream is nothing compared to the meal I experienced that day. I will tell my grandchildren about that meal. You should too.
Afer being home for a little bit, I was fortunate enough to find a pair of shoes that reminded me of my time in Italy and that ridiculous meal. I found these shoes on ebay and bought them instantly. I was gonna be on top of the world rockin these shoes. The morning after they came, it was extremely easy to wake up for work. I put em on, rubbed em for good luck, n I was off! Everybody I passed on the way to work seemed so poorly dressed. I got to work n I was so excited to be there. When my co-worker came in, she noticed that I was awake for once n asked why.
"Let's just say, out of all the designer names out there, these shoes are the nicest Italian shoes you'll ever see."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't let your jealousy get the best of you!"
"Oh my gosh! Those aren't the Italian colors! That's the French flag!
"...Oh. Dang."
"Wait, aren't you colorblind?!"
I left work early that day. Haven't worn those shoes again. I have never been so embarrassed as a result of being colorblind. I felt so stupid. Even more than when I was so excited the whole week to cook Sunday dinner. I was gonna make my favorite; chicken enchiladas with green sauce. It wasn't until I was pouring the sauce that my friend asked me why I got red sauce instead. I hate food! I hate colors! And I especially don't like it when people find out I'm colorblind n then proceed to quiz me on every single color in the room. Real funny, people. Real funny. A blue phone is close enough to a purple phone! And who has a purple phone, anyway??
Italy was great. I appreciate the Italians and all the food they fed me. I had the BEST lasagna ever one Christmas. Even though I knew there were still 8 courses or so before the meal was over, I ate 3 Beto's sized pieces. The American dream is nothing compared to the meal I experienced that day. I will tell my grandchildren about that meal. You should too.
Afer being home for a little bit, I was fortunate enough to find a pair of shoes that reminded me of my time in Italy and that ridiculous meal. I found these shoes on ebay and bought them instantly. I was gonna be on top of the world rockin these shoes. The morning after they came, it was extremely easy to wake up for work. I put em on, rubbed em for good luck, n I was off! Everybody I passed on the way to work seemed so poorly dressed. I got to work n I was so excited to be there. When my co-worker came in, she noticed that I was awake for once n asked why.
"Let's just say, out of all the designer names out there, these shoes are the nicest Italian shoes you'll ever see."
"You're kidding, right?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't let your jealousy get the best of you!"
"Oh my gosh! Those aren't the Italian colors! That's the French flag!
"...Oh. Dang."
"Wait, aren't you colorblind?!"
I left work early that day. Haven't worn those shoes again. I have never been so embarrassed as a result of being colorblind. I felt so stupid. Even more than when I was so excited the whole week to cook Sunday dinner. I was gonna make my favorite; chicken enchiladas with green sauce. It wasn't until I was pouring the sauce that my friend asked me why I got red sauce instead. I hate food! I hate colors! And I especially don't like it when people find out I'm colorblind n then proceed to quiz me on every single color in the room. Real funny, people. Real funny. A blue phone is close enough to a purple phone! And who has a purple phone, anyway??
