I hadn’t meant to go into the shoe store. I should have been back at the office, staring into the dull computer screen, working my way through some meaningless task or other but I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. Nine West, it was just there, so I went in.
And there they were, the Nine West Keno in Red/Dark Red, sitting low, on the bottom shelf with the other sale peices, like a wallflower waiting for someone to take her dancing. I picked them up, and sucked in my breath at their perfection. How could these splendid shoes be relegated to the bottom shelf?
They were red and black faux crocodile skin, 1cm platform, 9.5cm high stiletto heeled, with diagonal Mary-Jane straps – so very, very me. I turned them over reverently in my hands, and there on the sole, the sale sticker. It read, and I couldn’t believe it, AU$49, down from $129, a magnificent 60% discount. My breathing quickened at the thought of owning such a shoe, but wait, did they even have my size? It was a sale item, and so often the only one left is meant for someone else.
My breathing quickened at the thought of owning such a shoe,
A polite young woman approached and asked if she could help. I think she was a little taken aback at the emotion in my voice as I tremulously asked “Do you have these in a 38?” She looked at me though with understanding and in a kind voice said “I’ll check for you. Why don’t you take a seat?” Her thoughtfulness moved me. She was right; I needed to be sitting down for the inevitable disappointment. I lowered myselft onto the bench, knees quietly trembling, heart beating unsteadily, as I waited for news.
Then, a glimmer of hope. She returned, bearing a box, held carefully between her hands, and offered to me. “It was a 38 you wanted, wasn’t it?” she asked. I nodded, unable to speak and took the box from her. I opened it with care and removed the red, ruby gems. My own grubby, everyday shoes were removed, and these two paragons of cobbler’s art placed on my feet. I stood, and it seemed like angels sang, for they fitted and, not only that, I could walk. I stepped to the mirror and gazed at my feet, framed in red, and I knew it was meant to be. They looked like they had always been there, like they belonged.
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My own grubby, everyday shoes were removed, and these two paragons of cobbler’s art placed on my feet.
I removed the jewels and wrapped them carefully in their crisp, white, tissue paper and returned them to their box. I closed the lid on them, hiding their light for a while and handed them back to the young woman. “I’ll take these please,” I said, my heart alit with love. She smiled at me, understanding that an unbreakable bond had just been formed, and asked, “Cash or card?”
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2 chic comments:
They look great, but are they comfortable?
Hey Anon,
Would you believe YES!!! They're more comfortable than my normal high heels that have the same heel height (minus the platform). The platform itself is shaped so that the whole ball of the foot rocks forward as you walk as opposed to just your toes, as well as offering more padding. I could walk twice as far in these heels compared to my other normal ones.
Ok, I admit, that's still not a great distance, but it's better, very much better ^_^.
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