Last lucky last, save the best for last, whatever (you be the judge!).
I always knew that when I went to New York, I’d buy a pair of Manolos. From the Manolo store. And I did. I didn’t have a particular pair in mind, I just wanted a gorgeous, classic, pair of Manolos.
I almost walked right past the store (it was about 5pm at the time and so quite dark) – I’m not sure what I expected – flashing lights and neon signs announcing “This is shoe heaven” or something. There were some relatively ugly pale blue suede/sheepskin boots in the window (I think). But walking in – as they say, it was like being a kid in a candy store. Shoes everywhere. Rows and rows. Lots of sale shoes (not so many left in my size).
So husby settled himself into a comfortable chair while I walked up and down, looking at everything at least twice before deciding which to try on. I had worn my special handmade socks that day (and somewhat unfortunately, they had dyed the soles of my feet red…which has never happened before with them). But no trouble.
I pretty much knew these were the “one” when I put them on. But I had another walk up and down the store just to be sure. And what really struck me was how comfortable they were. We’d been walking around NY all day and I have flat feet, so they get sore quite easily. But walking in these shoes was a dream. They really are a well-made, fantastically balanced shoe. The heel is so thin but it feels as secure as a wedge. And so classic. (Can you tell how much I love them!!) (And look how well my Hawaii pedicure has held up, and the tan, the Hawaii tan!!) Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!