You know those days when you have a great idea for an outfit, so you try it on, and it looks exactly how you imaged, and you feel fantastic in it all day long?
This wasn’t one of those days.
No, this was one of those days when you wake up, and it’s raining, and nothing you try on looks right, so you end up throwing on your old jeans (the ones you once dropped longwear lipstick on, and which have never been the same since) and a t-shirt, and calling it “an outfit”. And then you take some photos anyway, because you are Shoeperwoman, and good God, woman, these shoes aren’t going to save themselves, are they?
And then after all of that? You go out in the aforementioned outfit, which you have paired with a pair of silver stilettos, and after an hour or so, you remember that these are the shoes that press down really hard on the top of your foot, and which you never, ever want to wear again, for that reason. And so you put them in the “donate” pile, and realise that all of that shoe-saving work was for nothing.
Ah, well. No point keeping shoes that hurt, is there? Which is why this week I’m also saying goodbye to these shoes, and bringing my shoe total down to 75. Which still sounds like a lot to me right now, but at least they all fit…