Girls With Big Feet

Another cute shoe idea gone wrong occured last night at the Chestnut Hill Mall. A few weeks ago I bought an adorable pair of Nine West sandals at the Wrentham Outlets and, being the genius that I am!, decided that last night's shopping excursion was the perfect time to break them in. Five blisters the size of Rhode Island later, I hobbled to the Bloomingdale's shoe department to buy a pair of more sensible soles.

Tragic error number two came about when I suddenly realized that the Bloomingdale's shoe department isn't exactly DSW. I immediately booked it to the clearance rack where the average shoe hovers just under $100 (marked down from $200, of course). Unlike my shop-a-holic boyfriend, I know absolutely nothing about shoes, shoe designers, or the like. After rummaging through the racks for about 20 minutes my blisters were starting to take over my feet in the manner of little blister colonies and I figured it was no time to bargain shop. I found a pair of Cole Haan's for $90 (!) that looked comfortable and wore them out of the store.



It turns out that the Cole Haan shoes I bought have Nike Air soles, which means I can wear them to the club, beach, or basketball court. After my shopping excursion Wellesley and I had a double date with his friend E and her boyfriend. E's shopping habits make Wellesley's attemps look like amateur hour, therefore she is my shopping sage. As I told the story of tragic shoe drama E blurted out that Cole Haan's are the best shoe ever and that paying $90 is a steal. I guess E's statement was the seal of approval I needed to get over my buyers remorse.

I learned three important lessons: 1. Buying a pair of comfortable $90 sandals is a worthwhile investment, but only if given the green light by E; 2. I am dangerous in the Chestnut Hill Mall; 3. Next time I insist on wearing bad shoes, I had better be out with Girls With Big Feet Crew (Fearless, Queen Dee, the Republican, etc)