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{January 29, 2011}   Shopping for the right Pair

I saw this great pair of suede platform heels the other day. They looked like they were pretty expensive and maybe they were by Gucci .I had had my eye on them for a while and had considered entering the shop and trying them on once or twice but had never had the courage to do so. They looked like my size from the window but you never know if something will fit you perfectly before you try it on. A girl can dream, right?
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o one sunny afternoon, I decided to enter the shop and find out more about the shoe, the price, the brand etc. It turned out to be one of the much-loved brand new pair of Gucci shoes from the brands latest collection. Now, I would not know this because I hardly look at the labels on my shoes. If I feel good and empowered when I wear them then that’s all I need. If I can walk in them and I can mix and match them with my favorite outfits that’s an added bonus.
I walked into the shop with my heart racing so fast I think it could have broken Bolt’s record. We will never know. I walked up to the store owner and nicely inquired about the suede heels I had once seen. After the getting to know each other phase, she asked if I wanted to try the shoes on. I was shocked at first. Why would I, an average girl, want to try on those amazingly handsome shoes? She told me that they would look good on me. I accepted before I had even thought it over and guess what, they were just what the doctor ordered. They were a perfect fit. I felt confident and sexy in them. They complimented me in all the right places and although they weren’t loud and colorful, you would note them from afar.
I was allowed to walk around the mall with them for the rest of the day. I felt like a million bucks.
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fterwards I had to return them. The lady told me the price and I almost fainted with disappointment .This was the last pair in the store and I could only manage that amount after a month. Soon some pretty rich girl was going to walk in and see them then buy them with her daddy’s credit card. Well is it my fault that my father is not a walking ATM? She told me she would keep them for me and this got me more optimistic.
I planned on waiting that long until I had gathered the amount required. I really liked those shoes and thought that they would bring that fun element to my life that I was kind of searching for. It would have been a change from my standard black strappy heels. I thought that they might even last long in my closet.
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o I went forth with ambition and started to work my butt off. No pain no gain right. When I was not working I would think of those shoes and of what I would do when I got them. The many parties I would attend and the many compliments I would get.
I would call the store every now and then to find out if the shoes had been sold yet and I would be told no not yet. It seemed like I was fortunate but as time went by I felt like it was too good to be true. I began to see some nice less posh shoes in other stores that looked like the correct fit and maybe with some few changes I could learn to love them. I tried on a few but although they fit snuggly, they didn’t give me that feeling you feel when you get what your heart really yearns for. I convinced myself also that if I bought them they would break very soon and I would fall down. No one would pick me up after and in heels you know that when you fall, it is a long long way down.
I eventually managed to get over those beautiful shoes and move on. I know what you are thinking, how could I let something that makes me happy go? How could I just give up like that?
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irstly, this is a true story about a girl and a boy. The boy was of course the shoes. Those lovely shoes we cannot stand but cannot live without.
Well, the reality is we all do this at some point in our lives. We convince ourselves that things are too good to be true and that we do not deserve what is coming our way. That is part of us. An infuriating mannerism but we have it anyway.
If I could do it all again I would do it differently I guess but life is too short to think that way. Although I hate the choice I made I have to live with it with trust that it was the correct one. That is life. There are no guidelines to how to make decisions. All we can hope for is the best.
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hat I know now is that never settle for just snug or a bit large. There is a perfect fit out there for you and a perfect cut for you although it might not appear that way sometimes. Be patient. You will spot that extraordinary pair of shoes that will carry you away to your happy ever after!

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hotshawty says:

Reblogged this on compyropa and commented:

Everyone loves a good shopping disaster. This one has a few twists in tow



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