Today I was walking around downtown so that I dig up a pair of heels, mine have had their day (ie two years). Their heels worn her, I am even more ridiculous than usual when I walk on the pavement, and they let in water, fill a pair of boots!
But I have not found. It's incredible, I believe that is the first time I am as conscious of fashion. I entered the first store and the selection was limited to ballerinas and conversation. The second, ballerinas and conversation. The third, and ballerina shoes with high heels for postmenopausal (store your revolvers in their fifties and older).
The third store was very typical (atypical for a town like mine), with a nice showcase, a pretty salesgirl. It sounds spacious from the outside but once you put your foot inside it seems that the store has shrunk, and the choice of footwear with.
No shoes with heels said, as I say, thick heels, good heels that I do not démolierais ankle while walking on the pavement. Only the dancers, it seems that women have suddenly centimeters to pray more and within a few months, and that wearing heels is strictly prohibited. Or they are all apprentice dancers, always ready for the big gap or caper with pretty ballerinas, green, pink, black.
(I ballerinas, but the cross and the banner to take all day in, my foot that made the face when I retired with a gasp of relief looooooong (enjoyment?)).
They have even pushed the vice and made REAL ballet dancers, with the ribbon that you sausage ankle and the tip of the tip actually FOOTWEAR! I imagined the girl in jeans, tank top and fidgeted like a little rat opera before her boyfriend totally disappointed. I'm baffled
. No shoes for me. I found myself as the green giant in the land of Smurfs.
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