Those who know me well, or have been reading the news around here for a while know that I’m really not much of a girly girl. The evidence being:
I hate shopping
I’m not brilliant at keeping my nails manicured
I leave the house without makeup. All.The.Time.
I wear jeans All.The.Time.
I’m a coder. I’m on my computer All.The.Time.
I could care less about spending money on clothes. Though I confess to enjoying bringing new clothes home.
I never played princesses growing up. I played forts.
So it may surprise you that for the last 10 days my eye has been caught by a pair of shoes in a shop window.
Girl Shoes with teeny tiny heels.
Red. Girl Shoes.
Do not ask me to explain how I knew that they were for me.
Do not ask me to explain how I knew they absolutely would fit.
And even on the day that I thought they’d been sold as I turned to look as I walked past the window I saw they were still there, merely moved as I knew they would be.
These are one off shoes, the store’s a 2nd hand, sell on consignment kind of affair so they’re the only pair there…BTW they aren’t 2nd hand, these are brand new and sold for the bargain price of $77.00 – So today I finally gave in to the shoes calling me to “STOP FOR GOD’s Sake and at LEAST TRY US ON!!!” (They’re very bossy shoes… so it won’t surprise you that they’re red, will it?)
These are the shoes.
And I have nothing to wear them with… but permit me one, completely out of character moment when I say
“Aren’t the just gorgeous??!”