did I really just walk away from these? I had an instant boho chic connection to these sassy little things, and I wanted them for my own….. sooooo badly, but after walking around in them for 5 minutes I knew they just wouldn’t have been comfortable and I never would have worn them… they would have been a beautiful closet ornament though… to me that’s almost as good as something I’ll actually wear– and normally I would have purchased them for that horrendous reason. practical, I know.

So what I’m trying to say, is that lately, I’ve had to call on my invisible Hold Me Back Fairy, aka if it’s not PERFECT and ultra amazing, chic, wonderful, can’t live without it, know for a fact I’ll wear it… then I leave it behind. and give a long, sad, sigh. Yes, I know there are more important things to worry about in the world, but I’ll have you know that my relationship with things, specifically shoes and striped cardigans at the moment, is one of them. Just kidding. No I’m not. Yes I am. nope.

Moving on.

So, I let that little fairy, who wears a crown reading, “practicality, reality, functionality, responsibility” sway me into making positive, productive choices. I use her in many areas of my life and I have just agreed to let her be a part of me disastrous shopping splurges. She and I are getting on well. Now that I’m home and I’ve had time to think about those beautiful, stony shoes… I am glad about the decision I made. I really am. I do feel a twang of walk awayer’s remorse when I gaze at their beautiful portrait, but I know I did what was best.

And thank you for listening. I can only hope that made an ounce of sense. You just followed me through a very strange thought pattern about shoe nonsense.

p.s…. if they were wedges I probably would have bought them.