I'm looking for a tan/nude shoe to go with a dress that I own. I go to Target. I find the perfect shoe:Now, I know how things work, so I traipse around the entire freaking shoe section of Target with these beauties on my feet. I walk up and down every single aisle, fast, slow, turning corners, stepping out onto the unpadded tile. I put these shoes through their paces. They feel fine! They fit! They're perfect! I'll take them!
$31 and some change later, I own what I think are the perfect shoes to wear with my cute dress to the wedding this Saturday.
And then I get home.
This is where it all goes wrong. Where it always goes wrong. I put them on to break them in a little bit and wear them around the house. Holy toe pain, Batman! In no time flat, those perfect, somewhat comfy, flirty little shoes turned into little evil tan-colored monsters, manically chomping away at my feet. They suddenly rubbed in all the wrong places, squished my toes, and made it clear to me that they in fact, did not wish to be the missing part of my perfect little ensemble.
Why...why....why?!?!?!? And, how? How is it possible that they feel fine at the store? Especially when I spend so much time walking around in them and trying them out? What could possibly change in those 15 minutes from the store to my house? The freaky part? This has happened on way more than one occasion, with so many absolutely adorable pairs of shoes that it really pained me to have to part with. What is going on?!
I need an explanation or a solution, and I need one quick...I'm still out a pair of shoes for this damn wedding.
Why is it so hard to be a girl sometimes?!