Monday, June 16, 2008

My Feet are all Tingly...

Ok so I have a story for you all...

A few months ago, I was checking out Lucky Magazine's website and saw this girl wearing the most hotest, incrediblest, coolestest shoes everest. The shoes were so cool I felt the need to add and "est" to half the words in that last sentence. It was love. Really. So I marched on over to my Nine West Canada store to purchase them but was unsuccessful. They were no where to be seen and I was sad. I tried to move on, buying other shoes, thinking about other brands, taking up a new hobby...you know, the regular stuff you do to try to forget someone/something. But yet those darn Nine West shoes stayed in my mind...they were in my heart forever...and ever...and ever lol

Then one fine morning, or night (whatever) whilst browsing Piperlime and minding my own business, what do I see but my shoes. And what's this...they have my size and um...excuse me...you are on sale too?! Well I took this as a hint and a half..they needed to be purchased. It was meant to be! So I had my dad in the states order them (Piperlime does not ship to Canada- arghghghghg) and send them over. So I got them Saturday. With my friends by my side, I opened the box and pulled one out. Amidst the ooohs, and ahhhs of the envious girls around me, i put one on...then the other. I only have 4 words for you- complete and total hotness. They were made for me. It was love...the shoes and I were going to live happily ever after!!

this is where the fairy tale ends...

My friends and I were going out and of course I worked my outfit around my shoes. I think the pain in my soles started pretty much as I walked out of my house. It felt a bit off but I decided to ignore it...my mom always said: Il faut souffrir pour etre belle (french for you need to suffer to be pretty...but somehow it sounds better in french...). By the end of a night of dancing and walking around the old port of Montreal, to say I was in pain was an understatement. I had to occasionally wipe the tears from my eyes. Times were tough that night. I went to bed and woke up the next am with cuts on my toes and a painful sensation on my soles and in my soul...it was not good. (ps- you like how I did that little pun with sole and soul...it was good non? lol) Now, 2 days later, my feet are still recovering.

I now look at those shoes, sitting pretty in my closet with equal parts disdain and admiration...Will I wear them again, most probably...it's love. Will I have to wipe the tears from my eyes to hide the pain in my feet- i think so. If there is anything I learned from this ordeal- always have band aids with you at all times and girls with pretty shoes that cut up your feet need to be driven everywhere- haha