It was all one day when the other fell for a pair of shoes with high heels on the pretext that we are beautiful feet and shapely legs, knowing full well that both went home, say the shoes do not leave their box, tidy at the back of the closet! No?

Me anyway, I am the champion of errors purchases. Mean that a purchase of three results in a spectacular failure, and many regrets once the credit card charged, simply because I buy badly. But I’m not too extravagant and buy very little, which leads me to think I’m really zero for shopping (or so I only buy the basics, if I’m not sure I mistaken for the fun side. These shoes for example. I bought this winter in The Great Fair of Fashion, a kind of bazaar for the benefit of the AIDES association, for which many renowned designers cede parts of their old collections (or very old if I believe the good old fashion models on sale that day) at unbeatable prices. This is enough to jostle the most motivated among us from the beginning of the event (I am not talking about me when I arrived there was nothing left but a few clothes torn land …).

These shoes then. I loved the moment when I saw them, at first glance. They had this little old-fashioned and kitsch side I liked and even though I suspected that I would probably never have occasion to wear them, I fell in love with the model and leather ribbon that tied around the ankle, front, back or side according to our desires. Not to mention the little grandma (the sale brings people of all ages …) who was constantly telling me, while seeming to admire me “miss, these shoes will go to merveiiiiiille, you should leave with! “. And here.

And that’s how I found myself with a pair of shoes 12cm, molding away in my closet for months before I can wear them. I remember buying them from me, Annouchka, I do not wear that derbies, ballet slippers or shoes with a height acceptable to walk without looking stupid. Because it’s a little problem you see. With heels so high, I can not walk, I look left. I tried to train with me, but without success, I am just ridiculous with heels so high. And besides, my back hurts. I tried several times to refourguer on ebay, my shoes, but nobody wants it. Not even half the price I paid for myself (I buy not only wrong but could I, in addition, of questionable taste?) So I just admire them in their box. Just as an object of art or a painting on the wall, with the fantasy non-lawyer to be able to take one day to wear such pretty shoes.