The first time I saw these shoes, I oohed and ahhed, and walked away. After all, they were $56.00. Totally not in the single mom budget. And wouldn’t get enough wear to rationalize the purchase.
Even if I specialize in rationalizing.
Then when Beth and I went down the shore in August, I spied them again. She walked away from me. They were $35.00 then. And much harder for me to walk away from. She thought they were sparkly and I was crazy.
But I walked away too.
A few weeks ago, Mystic and I were down the shore. And I spied the shoes again.
He was off buying something super important socks, and came to find me. He looked at the shoes on my feet.
“For you?” he asked.
Yes, do you like them?
“They’re colorful,” he said. He is many things, and apparently diplomatic is one of them.
They were $21.00.
$21.00!! I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk away.
So now they’re in the bottom of my closet, amongst my assortment of sneakers, wedges, and flats.
I realize that given I got a nice, fat sprained ankle walking down my own front steps in sneakers (sneakers!) back in May, they may not be the best choice for me. But that’s ok.
We’ll have occasions to wear them. And I will. And we’ll make perfect occasions just to wear them.
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