all a girl wants is a few dozen pairs of shoes..

So I bought this pair of shoes.

Such pretty shoesies!!

If you know me personally, or have read this, you are probably aware of the fact that I'm a descendant of Big Foot. Meaning I NEVER get my size. EVER.

Back to the shoes. I found my size! :D But they weren't on sale. And they were snug (they always are, so I've stopped considering that as an issue). And I loved them so much (as soon as they fit) I wanted to hug them to bed. A tad expensive but deciding I had a good deal anyway (did I not mention they fit!), I finished the last of my moolah on them and proudly put them on the next day for a bit of mall hopping.

Bad idea.

My feet are probably cursing the day they were adjoined to my ankles.. such is the pain. As I limped all over the mall, wanting nothing more than to throw them off and walk barefoot (which I have done in India by the way, it was in mojris at the time, but I couldn't muster enough courage to do it here), I saw three people handicapped in some way, either in a wheelchair or on crutches.. all within a span of ten minutes. Now some people may call it a sign, others a coincidence. I don't care much about either to decide what. But it was a bit odd.. here I was, purposely forcing excruciating, agonizing pain on my helpless feet that have never done me any wrong (except trip me up a few times), when these people did not even enjoy complete use of their legs, perhaps for a limited time, perhaps forever.

Just a thought.

Now I look towards those shoes with animosity.

I might have actually considered never wearing them again, if they weren't so darn pretty.

It was a good deal after all.