I was at the Atlanta Pet Fair this past weekend. I love this show! But in usual fashion, I had too much on my plate.
On Thursday, Lindsay and I loaded up a friend’s van, the really big kind, with all manner of grooming tools, equipment, cats, props, booth stuff, and lots of clothes. I counted my shoes before I left. I took 8 pairs of shoes all for a 4 day weekend. There was good reason for this. I am, after all, not one of those women who normally packs too much when going out of town. But this particular weekend called for 8 pairs of shoes.
We arrived in Atlanta on Thursday afternoon and proceeded to unload the van. This meant several trips to the booth and then a couple more trips to the room. This called for my slightly comfortable, but also stylish brown slip-ons. They look good with jeans and I can walk at a decent pace even with the heel.
Later that evening, I showered and changed into a short dress and leggings for my performance of “My Lifelong Dream” at the Groomers’ Spring Break party. The perfect shoes for this occasion were my brown lace-up boots. These are not ordinary boots. They are butt-kickin’ combat style boots with a twist. They cost me $3 at a clearance sale many years back and many would say they look to be exactly like a $3 pair of boots. But I love my brown combats and they looked great with the mini-dress. Besides, if I ran into trouble on the long walk from room 1332 to the ballroom, I could hold my own against any would-be predators.
Friday morning the show began. This meant a busy day in the booth where Lindz and I had all 3 of our creatively-styled cats on display. We had crowds of people around the booth all day, non-stop. By about mid-afternoon, we realized we should have been charging for photo ops with the cats. This would have been our biggest money maker for sure. Shoes of choice: my high-heeled black zip-up boots. These are serious feet-killers. But they are my favs because they just look good with so many things. They are the kind of boots that cripple me by day’s end. But hey, sometimes fashion takes precedence over comfort.
Friday night, business dinner at Malone’s. The black high-heeled boots HAD to come off by this time. They were replaced with low-heeled, low-cut black boots. ”Aaahhhh,” my feet said.
Saturday morning started with my first of 4 lectures beginning at 8:30 am. Who starts a lecture at 8:30 am????? This I want to know. When you are the speaker-for-hire, you just speak when they tell you to speak. Doesn’t matter if it fits your personal schedule. I guess I should be thankful that it was not at 3am like the one in Moscow. Shoes of choice: low-heeled black boots. Low partly for comfort since I’d be standing for several hours straight. But mainly the low ones because they looked good with my black capri pants. Again fashion over function, but this time function was a nice perk.
Mid-way through Saturday, I had to change into grooming clothes to perform live-grooms at my last two lectures. I have learned from past experience not to attempt these live grooms in clothes that are not made of nylon unless I want to look and feel like a cat for the rest of the day and have to invest in a large pack of lint rollers just to restore my clothing to a normal hair-less state once again. Because grooming clothes don’t look so hot with boots, I opted for my favorite black flip-flops. My feet were feeling good!
No sooner had my last seminar ended that I had to run back up and change into jeans before running back down to the ballroom for a mandatory competitors’ meeting and then dash off to dinner again at Malone’s. Second business dinner of the weekend and second time wearing the low-heeled, low cut black boots.
Before dinner was completely over with, we headed back to the hotel for a quick change and up-do in preparation for the Runway Creative competition. This particular event called for some gemstone-adorned spikey sandals. My feet were tired but no time to think on that. I would have to stick it out standing in the back with the other runway models and their dogs while we waited for Jerry to quit talking and start the music.
I had sculpted Monica, my red tabby and white Persian, into a really cool paisley design to match my dress. She was decked out in some glitter to accentuate her design and topped off with a ribbon “leash” in colors that matched perfectly. She was an angel as we waited and waited and waited backstage. Monica the cat sitting beside a variety of canines, some who were big enough to eat her for a snack without anyone noticing. She did a great job on the runway! I am so proud of her.
It seemed like the show went on forever, but once it was done, back to the room to remove the spikey sandals and regain feeling in my sore feet.
Sunday morning, back to the booth, busier than ever from all the lectures the day before. I actually left for awhile and took my dog, Truman for a walk just because I was so completely exhausted and needed some fresh air. Fortunately, Lindsay, Mike, and Olivia were doing a fine job of managing the booth and selling off the rest of our products. I felt bad for not helping, but then I remembered that I was the boss and could take a break if I so decided. Enough with the guilt!
While the day started out with me wearing the brown shoes of day 1, by 1:30 I was up in the room changing yet again. This time into jeans, tank, cowboy hat and cowboy boots (pair of shoes #8!) in preparation for my Creative Challenge presentation. We contestants waited back stage for a very long time before we were given the go-ahead to set up our props and backdrops. I had pretty much everything together by this time, including my dog Truman, and cat C2.
For some reason it was decided to do the model dog contest and other stuff BEFORE the Creative Challenge which meant all contestants and dogs (and 1 lone cat) had to stand up front for 1 1/2 hours waiting for our turn. At last the Challenge began and one by one the contestants presented the creations. We were near the end. I was thankful I was wearing cowboy boots and not the high-heeled black boots otherwise I might have died up there on that stage.
Yep, 8 pairs of shoes in less than 4 days. This is what happens when you decide to do too much. I am tired enough now to hope and pray I don’t have an 8-shoe show again anytime soon!