Omnia Omnibus Ubique

Omnia omnibus ubique or “from the pin to the elephant“… these are the slogans of Harrods (I’ve put the link, but if you don’t know Harrods, please ask yourself two serious questions). I didn’t believe it but it is.

But let’s go in order.

The husband’s Christmas present was, at my express request as for Santa’s letter (not a bank transfer), a pair of shoes.

Untraceable in all of London..(I would have been surprised otherwise). One wonders, what kind of shoes? Well… a pair of UGGs. To be precise the ULTRA MINI BOOTS. But I would have been satisfied with the Mini ones too.

Nothing on the website. On zalando, yoox, etc obviously not my size. On ebay or similar at absurd prices.

So I wonder what the hell happens in the hostile country, because stuff like this is not normal. So I take her husband to the various Ugg stores around London and the answer is always: “untraceable since October”. Or they offer you the model with unthinkable highlighter colors, yellow, green and pink. I look at the saleswoman thinking “eh.. would you like to sell them right?”… but I just say “no thank you very much”.

It is what the heck, not to mention worse! But now it’s a challenge between me and the natives who have run out of them. So I’m thinking about buying them in Italy and then having them sent to me.. but it becomes complicated with customs. What to do?

I force her husband to go to Harrods… and at my request I see the desolation stamped in his eyes. There are sales!!!

Harrods…I make my way through a horde of tourists (many Italians), of people who stop by enchanted…but my direction is Shoes Heaven.

At the beginning everything was quiet, but around the corner a crowd of women looking for shoes… I overtook everything and arrived at the non-sale goods (obviously) and where I saw the various beautifully arranged Ugg models. But beware…there are the MINIIIII!!! only black or green, though.

My eyes shine, I’m almost moved… but it’s not over. I take the first clerk that happens to me (because I see that there are girls who look at them) and I ask: “Excuse me, do you have these??” (pointing to the shoes with tears in his eyes)…he looks at me strangely, and goes…”yes of course they arrived this morning”. With shining eyes I answer: “but what sizes do you have? 4 or 5?” (i.e. 37 or 38). The clerk no longer has a strange look but one of compassion and picky and he says to me: “We have all the numbers”.

And nothing, I have the green ones brought to me (after all, green is my color). I try them, the perfect 5 fits me.

In 5 minutes I bought. The husband happy to be able to get out of that heat and that crowd.

ps I have to say that Harrods toilets are the best (among the various London department stores). I recommend those for ladies on the third floor (men’s department). there is never anyone.