I bought shoes yesterday.
I know, I know. But these are special shoes. These are red shoes. Patent leather shoes. Shoes with 4 inch heels I will NEVER learn to walk in. These are the shoes I’ll be wearing for my boudoir session.
Dustin didn’t think he liked a heel higher than 2 inches or so (good for me, because I can barely walk in flats). That is, of course, until I tried on a pair of stilettos in Target one afternoon. He liked them after that.
Funny story. I’m in Shoe Carnival, taking up an entire row of chairs. I’ve got no fewer than 5 or 6 boxes of high heels surrounding me. I’ve got my jeans pulled up to my knees, my cell phone is out, and I’m taking a picture of every shoe I try on from at least 3 different angles in the mirror. I’m (trying my hand at) walking, I’m posing, I’m kicking my heels up to my butt. I need to see what these shoes look like from EVERY POSSIBLE ANGLE.
At first, people just think I’m a rude customer. Then people start thinking I’m weird. I’m getting funny looks. I’m getting raised eyebrows. I think a little old lady though I was a stripper. Until finally, a middle aged woman stops me, and says, pointing to the shoe on my right foot (because there was a different one on my left foot), “That one’s a sexy shoe.” I laughed appreciatively, and told here what I was really doing trying on 8 pairs of stripper heels.
“Oh!,” she said, “Then you should definitely go with the red peep-toe. That’ll turn him on.”
Thank you, whoever you are. My feet look really sexy.