My Twins

I bought myself the cutest pair of shoes last Thursday (nothing like a cute new pair of shoes to cheer you up, huh ladies?). I had been eyeing them for a long while but couldn’t justify the price tag that came with them. So when I saw them on sale I leapt on them.

I tried on the left foot (like I hadn’t tried it on a million times already!) and it fit like a glove so I took it up to the sales assistant and asked for the second one. In a few minutes she brought it out. I took a look and then did a double take and before I could help myself I blurted out ‘Those shoes don’t match!’ Oh she reassures me, that’s how they are meant to be, they are called Twins. I tried them on, looked at my feet in the shop mirror and made up my mind. I took them back to the counter. ‘I’m sorry’, I said with genuine sadness as I handed them over, 'I won’t be taking these after all. It’s a look I just can’t get used to’. I couldn’t imagine myself walking around with a mismatched pair of shoes.

But for the next one week, those shoes hunted my every waking hour (I do have a bit of a shoe fetish). I just couldn’t get them off my mind. By Thursday I was back at the shop handing over the plastic! Don't you just love them?

My Twins!