I thought I might take things to a bit of a lighter place. And speak once more of my love for all things shoe (not to be confused with all things ‘show’ which would make me a completely different type of girl).
My latest crush is on a designer line for a thrift, mass market shoe store; and I am not saying those things like it is a bad idea – one of a kind and mass market can appeal equally. I am absolutely in love with this shoe – I had the chance to buy it but it was a half size smaller than I wanted and so I thought I would wait. But after getting home, realizing none of the shoes were available online, running to the store closest to me that might have it (they did not; they did not even get a shipment) and then the next morning – before the store had even opened – checking to see if they had my size (again, they did not), I am actually besotted.
I am plotting on how to get my hands on one of these pairs, so much so that I am calling today at the end of work just to see if they received a new shipment and putting a pair on hold (which I am then off to collect). If not, I am tracking down the pair that was a half size too small and asking them to hold it (which I am then off to collect).
It might sound crazy but the half size smaller might work because it is a pump shoe and I find that pumps in my size tend to slip off my feet when walking. I am not so besotted that I am about to plunk down money on a pair of shoes that will only cause me pain – not to say I have not done that, but only when I did not realize that they would cause me pain. I am not an intentional masochist.
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