There is a reason why my first word was “shoe”. It’s because I have an unhealthy, slightly obsessed love for them. I love them with heels or without. I love them in neutral colors or fun colors. I love them with zippers, straps, buttons, laces, ruffles, flowers and a tastefully placed buckle. I love them in leather or cloth. I don’t discriminate. Unless, of course, they are ugly. I realize that this type of love for something that is material is a weakness. But it’s a weakness I’m willing to accept and even flaunt.
Last April, Denis and I went into a Famous Footwear with my parents in Orlando. Ah, just thinking about walking into an entire store full of shoes puts an evil grin on my face. Anyways, I had my heart set on finding some nude color shoes, because they go with anything. Then I spotted them a few feet away. I admit, I have a gift of finding amazing shoes amongst the plain Jane's. These shoes were perfect. Nude, flat, cute, comfortable, and even had a zipper. It had been a while since I had found a shoe I loved so much. You know that feeling when you’re shopping and you try something on and you feel like a totally new person? That’s the feeling I got with these shoes. Confidence was spreading from my toes to my head and exploding out my eyeballs. I didn’t even have to say anything, Denis read the danger signs on my face, he knows them well now.
That blasted price tag! Oh why? Oh why, did it have to say $45? After a few perfectly placed rationalizations, a tiny bit of smoozing, and in the end a small temper tantrum Denis was literally dragging me away from them and out of the store. I have a hard time letting things go that I love. Luckily for me I have a super logical and ultra rational husband that has to help me see the error of my ways at times. He is so perfect for me.
Today and Denis free, I walked into Rack Room Shoes hoping to find the shoes again. As I walked into the deepest darkest corner of the store, I spotted them again! I took a quick look over my shoulder to make sure Denis wasn’t following me, which is strange since I knew he was an hour away at work. I ripped them off the shelf and threw them on my feet. It was love at second sight again, even though they were black instead of nude. They were on sale for $35. This time, I wasn’t going to let them go. The cashier rang them up and the screen said $4.99. I was shocked. I said, “Exxxxxxxcuse me, but did that just say $4.99???!!!” The cashier laughed and said, “yes”. And that, my friends, is the story of my miracle shoes. Even Denis will be proud of me…after he read this and finds out that I bought them.
It’s okay if you don’t like them. We can still be friends.
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