A shoe addict. A DITZY shoe addict.

Last year I would’ve looked at them in the eye, given them a look to show how much I really don’t care and then I would’ve lectured them. Shoes are just shoes, I would say. They’re a waste of your money, I would add.

It could go on for hours.

Ditzy person would attack me with their list of fancy ‘must-have’ designer shoe names.

I would glare at them, kick them in the foot with my sneakers (and it would hurt because their shoes wouldn’t cover much), and walk off.

BUT…

I have discovered the world of shoes. They are so pretty, so delicate… so unique. 

4 hours on shoe shopping was spent today. Yeah, so I’m not the type of person who can stand (literally) shopping for a whole day, but I came home with some pretty neat shoes!

I must add that I don’t know designer brand names… but one day I will!

This all started at Ballroom.

Everybody had dancing shoes, the types with specially shaped heels and golden/black leather tops. Their owner danced so elegantly, so flexibly… even if they weren’t that good.
They could forget half the routine, screw up the rest, but they’d still come out looking wonderful.

It all made sense to me. I. NEEDED. THOSE. SHOES.

They, my fellow shoe addicts, were the answer to it all.

… too bad they only came in half a size too small.

This wasn’t the end of the world just then because I wasn’t so fascinated. So what, they’re just shoes. They won’t do me THAT much good… plus, they’re $105.00.

But they didn’t arrive! A week went by & I asked if my lovely Diamante shoes had arrived. Nothing. The 5 and a half’s lay there, pleading me to buy them and just wear half a size too small. 2 weeks. Nothing. A month. Still nothing….

I don’t have them yet. (Note: Yet)

I only have some wedge and some flats.

But we’re going shoe shopping at a dance club on Thursday…