So we all drove the hour and 15 minutes to the "big mall" (yes, we live that far away from one!) and I actually found two very cute pairs in one store. They would have been Amy-approved, too! :) Despite the fact that they weren't cheap, Matt convinced me that it would be worth it since I wear them out anyway. I bought both, wore one pair out of the store like a giddy six year old excited about her new shoes, and then went to a few other stores. When we got home, the bag with the other pair of shoes was nowhere to be found!
I found the mall directory and called all of the stores we went to. None of them had seen the bag, but they took my name and number. Well, all but Journeys--they refused to take my information!
When I hung up with the last store, I really broke down and was just so upset that I spent a lot of money on a pair of shoes and basically just threw it all away. I tend to beat myself up when I am irresponsible, so there's no need for anyone else to say anything. I am my own worst critic. Matt asked if I was sure I called every place, so we went back through our mental list. Gymboree! I forgot to call there!
Imagine my relief when the sweet girl who had helped me earlier that day told me that the bag was there! She said she knew exactly whose they were and tried to look us up in their system, but couldn't find a phone number. Thank you, sweet Gymboree sales clerk! You saved my shoes!
My feet are now happy in my new Amy-approved shoes. I hope they last as long as my Crocs! :)