Mahabis review – BUYER BEWARE

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Have you seen these cool casual shoe/slippers advertised on Facebook? Mahabis? Yeah, we did too. Joey was looking for something to replace his Toms, so we ordered a couple of pairs. One for him, one for me. He chose light grey with yellow soles, and I chose light grey with grey soles. And then, we waited. Because they had to be shipped from the UK, and it takes awhile for that kind of thing to happen.

When they arrived, we ripped into our boxes with excitement and were immediately overwhelmed by a horrible smell. I’ve got asthma, and whatever it was (the neoprene in the heels?), it’s a trigger. Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze.

Joey’s shoes fit great!  They looked awesome. He immediately began wearing them and received compliments on the edgy and hipster vibe.

My shoes? They did not fit. Between the horrible chemical smell and the fact that they were so bit they made me look like a Hobbit, I jumped on their website to start the return process.

NEWSFLASH – returns not accepted for customers in the United States! (Or, more specifically, anyone who does not live in the UK.)

GUYS! GUYS! Am I the only one who thinks it’s bad business to not disclose that when an order is placed? We definitely wouldn’t have taken such an expensive gamble if we had been notified that our purchase was not returnable. So, I did what I do when something is crazy, and emailed customer service anyway.

After several emails back and forth, the customer service rep told me she had “pushed hard internally” and they would accept a return, if I mailed them back via a tracked service, and my refund would be less £10 for a shipping and administration fee.

Wait.

I have to pay for shipping twice?

I have to pay to ship them back to the UK from the USA, and then pay again to make up for the loss Mahabis took to ship them to me in the US in the first place, as well as some kind of restocking fee? The fee is just under 20% of the cost of the shoe!

GUYS! GUYS!
DO NOT ORDER FROM THIS COMPANY!

Because yesterday, Joey came home from work and showed me that HIS pair of Mahabis was unraveling by the ankle after just two weeks of light wear to the office several days a week. It’ll be unraveled all the way around by the end of the week!  He isn’t wearing them today.

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I completely dread reaching out to Mahabis again. The customer service people are kind of making me feel like a jerk for requesting a return, and they’re really not terribly helpful to begin with. Had I been a wiser consumer, I would have paid heed to the reviews on Trustpilot.  I am not alone in my problems with the company, the shoe quality or returns policy.

Usually I don’t post on my blog to trash a company, but there aren’t any reviews of Mahabis out there yet, except for those provided by the company.

People outside the UK who are considering Mahabis need to know that ordering from Mahabis is a huge gamble, and Mahabis won’t let you know that until it’s too late.

Aside
I remember when Analie was born and Joey gently handed her to me, barely an armful of person to hold on to. I looked down at her, surprised to find myself staring into the eyes I didn’t recognize. After nine months of weaving our lives tightly together within the fabric of a shared space, in the breath of a moment we were torn apart and we became strangers.
This week I looked into the face of my daughter and realized  that somewhere between the first time I met her and that specific sliver of time, Ana had become more familiar to me than the back of my own hand. More comfortable than the DTS fleece I stole from Joey and wear on snappy Fall evenings. More precious than oxygen; I cannot breathe if I think about life without her. More alive than I realized she could ever be. And every day I am folding up new memories and stuffing them in the Hope chest of my mind, knowing that someday when I feel bereft I can open the lid and all this joy will come pouring out.
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I looked at my daughter tonight as I laid her in bed, and I held her sweet face in my hands and I said “Ana, Mommy loves ALL of you.”</blockquote>
And she grinned at me, unaware of the significance of my words and how they weighed on me.
I may have given birth to a stranger, but she is now my heart and soul.
I am admittedly extra pensive this week, my family has experienced a tragedy which has truly rocked many of us to the core. Each day I feel like I’m looking at Ana through different pairs of glasses. Some make me joyful. Others fill me with fear.
I can’t protect her forever, but I can love ALL of her every day.

 I remember wh…

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I remember when Analie was born and Joey gently handed her to me, barely an armful of person to hold on to. I looked down at her, surprised to find myself staring into the eyes of a stranger. After nine months of weaving our lives tightly together within the fabric of a shared space, in the space of a moment we were torn apart and we became strangers. 
 
This week I looked into the face of my daughter and realized  that somewhere between the first time I met her and that specific sliver of time, Ana had become more familiar to me than the back of my own hand. More comfortable than the DTS fleece I stole from Joey and wear on snappy Fall evenings. More precious than oxygen; I cannot breathe if I think about life without her. More alive than I realized she could ever be. And every day I am rolling up new memories and stuffing them in the Hope chest of my mind, knowing that someday when I feel bereft I can open the lid and all this joy will come pouring out. 
 
 
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I looked at my daughter tonight as I laid her in bed, and I held her sweet face in my hands and I said “Ana, Mommy loves ALL of you.”</blockquote>
 
And she grinned at me, unaware of the significance of my words and how they weighed me.
 
I may have given birth to a stranger, but she is now my heart and soul. 
 
And I may be extra pensive this week, my family has experienced a tragedy which has truly rocked many of us to the core. Each day I feel like I’m looking at Ana through different pairs of glasses. Some make me joyful. Others fill me with fear. 
 
I can’t protect her forever, but I can love ALL of her every day. 
 

 I remember wh…

Shhhhhhhhh…..

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Hello.

This blog has been silent for awhile.

Want to know why?

Partially my life was temporarily boring.

Secondarily, I was self-censoring. Because sometimes I feel like I’m all TMI up in your business and I just want to be quiet for a bit.

Thirdly, The Kid was moving my blog to WordPress.org instead of the .com it had previously been hosted on. Or something. I have no idea what he did. I just know it confused me, so I didn’t want to post something before he was ready for me to and subsequently throw off the mojo of the entire Internet.

But anyway, HI.

The Pile.

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When we moved into our house a couple years ago, we inherited a brush pile. It was big and it was ugly, and we should have made the former homeowners get rid of it before we took possession.

But we didn’t. And then we cut down 12 trees and made it worse.

Now it’s just a huge eyesore.

We intend to chip it in a few weeks now that everything is dry, but it’s still super embarrassing. Especially considering its about the size of Noah’s Ark.

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Oh, and this is the side view. I couldn’t back up enough to get the whole thing in the shot, so just imagine its of epic proportion and you’ll be spot on.

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As the spring and summer progress, we intend to chip The Pile and put it around trees and as the base for the playground Ana doesn’t yet have.

Frankly I don’t care what we do with it, just so long as The Pile is GONE. hehe.

So embarrassing.

Anyways, we got a burn barrel so we can burn twigs and sticks that fall weekly, and we don’t start this Pile nonsense once again in the fall when there is no more Pile to throw sticks on.

CHECK IT OUT, YO.

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Joey spent the rest of the day burning twigs and our Christmas tree. I have to say, the Christmas tree was super dramatic. It burned super hot and Analie watched it in a daze and said “wow…wow…wow…”

It was really cute.

Good news: The Pile has shrunk. Bad news: you can’t tell yet.

Happy Mess

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Do you know how fast I can pick up my house after it has been trashed by an Analie and an Angus?

Including emptying the dishwasher, about 15 minutes flat.

We have toy bins all over the house which empty quickly and tidy quickly.

I say this because my entire house was destroyed by Thing 1 and Thing 2 this morning. It was amazing. Every single room except the purple bathroom (which I gate off so they can’t sneak in there and unroll all the toilet paper) was covered in toys, soda cans or Joey’s socks.

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Analie and Angus were so happy with themselves.

We had to go to the doc this morning for Ana’s 15 month checkup, and I just had to laugh as I glanced over the house before we walked out the door.

Here’s my rationale. It’s a lot less stressful to take a few minutes to clean up the house from a happy mess made by curious children than to try to keep an angry baby happy while I try to get important work done.

The house is now clean. My children are napping. And I’m sure I’ll get to clean up their mess again before they go to bed.

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