Whilst I generally try to keep my shoe habit firmly packed into the back of the closet, every once in a while the Shoe Fairy whaps me on the nose with her sharp little shoe fairy wand. For example, the other evening The Other and I were walking around the mall (such exciting lives we live, what?), when what should I spy with my little eye but these beauties:
Pink. Pink and raspberry. Pink and raspberry Pumas. Oh. My. In suede. The lucsiousness of them temporarily blinded me from seeing these:
Oh, yes, I hear you saying, but these shoes are So Not Pink and Raspberry. They are the subtle shoes. They...they...they..
Match. My. Car.
The colour is "eggnog". Eggnog! Look, my car is eggnog coloured! Look, there are shoes that match my car! Isn't that what having a car is all about, wearing matching shoes to scoot around town???
Sigh. Must. Have. Shoes.
(Must. Have. The Pink Shoes. Too.)
(Yes, I am a sick woman. I'll be setting up the donations button any day now so that I can buy the shoes.)
(Kidding. But you do realize, of course, that if the Pumas had been included in the "Buy One Pair, Get the Second Pair for Half Price" sale, I would have had a complete shoe melt-down right then and there.)