I slipped into a certain department store en route to Coles last night to buy necessities, like loo paper, toothpaste and Herbal Essences shampoo, when I saw them. Like Baby spotting Patrick Swayze (God bless), I was instantly smitten. There, amongst the scattered sale debris was a single tan Tony Bianco pump waiting to be rescued... by moi.
I caressed it with the same affection one might reserve for a Shitzu puppy and checked the size... 5 1/2. Oh, no! This lovely, "Almond Vogue Ana" t-bar was a size too small. Still, I approached the sales assistant and requested its
Then came my Cinderella moment – they fit! Giddy with excitement – these shoes are the missing link in my shoe wardrobe of approximately 326 pairs of tan heels/flats/wedges/sandals, I thought – I handed over my credit card. Then, as if to seal this fateful shopping experience, the sales assistant gleefully informed me that they had been marked down even further... from $129 to $79 to just $53! To not buy them would have been irresponsible. God wanted me to have these shoes, I was sure (stars aligning and all that). Plus, I reasoned, I am doing my bit for
Ah, the fine art of female economic rationalism...
Girl With a Satchel