Do you know about Adeline who wanted to order Timberlands?
I wanted Timberlands, the London Square 6 Inch Boots. The fact that I know this description by heart is not a good sign. In brown, nice dark almost black sole and off to the woods with dog and friend. Maybe a too big knitted sweater in camel, faded jeans, autumn leaves, and a mug of hot chocolate, I could see the picture clearly in my mind.
So when Kiki sold half of her belongings in an online sale and I suddenly saw a pair of Timberlands in my size, I texted her flat out. ‘DON’T SELL THEM TO ANYONE ELSE’. Sorry if you were that someone else. I wanted them because that forest walk had to happen. Kiki wouldn’t be Kiki if she forgot to take the shoes to the office for two weeks. And I was just waiting and waiting. I texted her alarms, reminders, threatened to send her home and there they were… I kicked off my boots immediately, slipped my foot into the Timberland and shrank back. Or rather, my toe shrank back because: too small. Damn.
Mission Timberland was in full swing and I put Lotte on the project, within an hour I had ten links to the Timberland site with contenders. I fell for the TB 0A2963203 with a sole in 90s style and alpine laces. It all just sounded even more like a forest walk than I hoped. In a review, I saw that they ran large, so it had to be a 39. I suppressed my urge to click on ’express delivery‘ and waited peacefully for my brand new pair. Two days later they were there, I ripped open the box and slipped my foot into the boots… Huh? Too small (!), lady from the review who says they run larger. That is not the case at all.
Because I’m not a quitter, I immediately called customer service. Returning them was no problem and I just had to order a new pair in my correct size. I saw one pair available, in brown, my god: we were meant to be. I threw it in my cart without thinking twice, suppressed the urge again to have them delivered with express delivery the next day (because I’m trying to live more frugally) and waited… This time a little less peacefully, to be honest.
My UPS guy was back at my doorstep today. After so much disappointment, I first had a cup of coffee over before I would hold them in my arms. I calmly opened the box, lifted them up, put them on, looked again and suddenly I saw it. It was the wrong (!) shade of brown. So in all my haste, I ordered brown Timberlands with a glitter flap and a different color sole. And a glitter flap, people.
And now I dare not order a new pair. First of all because I’m afraid the UPS guy will ask for coffee this time, he comes to my place so often, we’re on a first-name basis. Secondly, because I expect my PayPal to block me for sending the same amount to the same party again. And thirdly, because the one pair I want in that one shade of brown is no longer available in size 40.
Kiki is now rolling on the ground laughing. To complete the debacle, she is now playing Timbaland and singing: ‘I ain’t got no money, I ain’t got Timberlands on my feet.’
Touché.
Update: they are available again and ordered. Could it finally be a happily ever after?
Image: Instagram Timberland
