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Jimmy Choos, Prada, Manolo Blahinks, Oh and men too!

So there I was surrounded by Jimmy Choo sandals, Prada sling backs, Manolo Blahink satin pumps, and in the middle of a fashion blank.

As I walked browsing, the sales clerk asked me "what kind of shoes are you looking for?" "Something special" I said. "Arent we all" she says and then proceeded to laugh hysterically.

It is normal to pick up the wrong type of shoes every now and then, so I carefully browsed and I began to think about the analogy between men and shoes.

Some shoes are drop dead gorgeous. But you have to pay a high ticket for. Then there are the "all that glitters isn't gold shoes". Those completely stricking stilettos that look absolutely fabulous, but after being worn for no more than an hour begin to cause unnecessary pain. There are the shoes you've worn out; ready to be thrown out, but for some reason or another you cannot part with. The shoes that make you feel secure, that you can step over anything and not fall. The uggliest of flip flops you wear out of the fear of walking barefoot, just to save face on a day when you have nothing to wear. The shoes that are a size too small, uncomfortable from the start, but that you still hope will loosen up and fit better. Some you need sole therapy after wearing. And the shoes that lose their allure after being worn once. But if you find the perfect fit, those magnificently designed beautifully sown shoes... well that my friend... is nothing short of a fashion miracle.

Men are often compared to shoes. Some cause blisters and calluses. Some are just an accessory, a part of the passing through. But once in a while if you are fortunate you will find that there is the one who not only is gorgeous inside out, and an ideal fit, but most of all your something special....
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Anonymous said…
I LOVE JIMMY SHOE pq los hacen bien finos y chikitos perfect for my FEET. but i can't afford them. =) i am saving up though pq un dia me voy a comprar unos..... cute story by the way. my logo is, "I can handle anything as long as i am wearing the right Shoes" jajajjajaja cute huh!!! ???!!! =)Irelita
July 8, 2008 at 12:50 PM
Miriam Soltero said…
Thnxs. yes very cute motto.
July 8, 2008 at 1:43 PM
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