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What I Wore Wednesday

Shoes shoes shoes!

By a show of hands, how many of you have ever gone shopping and ended up buying something completely different from what you had originally intended to buy?

*Raises hand*

Good. I’m glad we’ve had this talk.

So, last summer I was acting/ directing/ choreographing/ costuming a really cool play with an incredibly awesome, inspiring, talented group of people. This is because I am arguably the luckiest person in the world.

Anyway, moving on. I went to the thrift store to see if I could buy some antique oil lamps, I believe. Actually, I may have only been pricing them out. Small matters.

Dang, sister. Check out them nice details: brown accents, little punch-holes, and those lovely slits beneath the ankle-part. MmmmMMM!
Either way, I walked in and saw THESE SHOES on the sale table and I was like, “Shoes. I see you there.”

People who are serious about thrifting know that there is an intense psychological-battle that accompanies each and every serious thrift store shopper.

One cannot appear too excited about a purchase or rush towards an object because, in doing so, OTHER shoppers might spot and grab said item FIRST.

And, as it’s a thrift store, there isn’t exactly replica inventory lying around.

It’s an intense battle, my friends.

Also: one cannot build one’s hopes. The size might be off and then you’re just setting yourself up for failure.

So, I casually meandered towards the shoes. I took stock of their attributes.

All-leather, not bad. Ridiculously cute detailing, hmmm. Peep-toe for vintage appeal. Mary-Jane strap.

And: the wedge heel.

Until this point, I had never owned a wedge.

My mother, however, once had a favorite pair of shoes that were wedge heels. I know this because whenever she spots a pair of wedge heels it conjures up the memory for her.

“Oh wow,” she says, “I used to have a pair of wedgies. They were my favorites.”

So, here’s the scene: I hadn’t exactly planned on buying new shoes. I hadn’t exactly budgeted for new shoes. But, here were REALLY CUTE shoes.

Outcome: I bought them.

(Come on, man, they were second-hand!)

You only live once.

Buy the shoes.

I wore them with pink and yellow and black. I love pink and yellow–especially in November! They are, to me, “November colors”…the colors of the sunset behind the now-bare trees.

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