I have never been one of those obnoxious shoppers who says things like “I loved that sweater so much I got it in all colors!” Until now. I am now the proud owner of THREE (3) pairs of the same shoe: in black, pewter, and bronze. I have gotten all kinds of compliments on these particular shoes, and they are SUPER comfortable (which is always my first requirement in a shoe), so is it any wonder why i had to have them in triplicate?
Only problem: when I went to try on the bronze pair
yesterday in a size 7, they felt a weensy bit snug.
Which is why I had to go home and make sure that the other two pairs I bought
were a size 7. Now, I have been a size 7 my entire grown adult life. Not a 6.5, not a 7.5. A 7. OK, sure.
I have had the occasional odd size.
But for the most part, I can count on a 7. Until yesterday. Let's just call it "D" day, shall we?!?
Could it be that a portion of the 20 pounds I have gained in the past two years has ended up in my feet? Say it 'aint so! My feet have always been one of my most favorite body parts! They are sooooo cute. Why, in my early 20’s, I was even approached to do some foot modeling! I mean, my GOD, this is exactly what it must feel like for super-models, when they get their first line, or notice that first wave of cellulite building up on their hips. Its ego-crushing, ppl.
Of course in the end, vanity wins, and I bought the shoes. Wouldn’t you?
xo
ritzie
(like mitzie, with an "R")
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