I'm a Heel

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This was me this morning. As I rushed across the ginormous parking lot at an off-site client meeting. I was filling in for a coworker, got super lost because of my stupid GPS and its aversion to new buildings (and no, I'm not paying $50 for the map upgrades!), and was at least ten minutes late.

Then as I booked it across the parking lot, the heel of my favorite shoes snapped. Not cool at all. They go something like this:

And they are heaven. Perfect for work. Perfect for elegant play. A low enough heel and not too sharp of a point to look too abrasive. From DSW, too.

I'll probably try to get them fixed as opposed to buying new ones. I realize I bought them for probably only $40 or so, but they're my favorites and they're already worn in. Don't you ever feel sentimental toward your shoes? I remember I bought these for the job interview I had when I was finishing my Masters. It was the job I had for my first year after school. Granted, they're only a year and a half old. But, gotta hold on to them.

Just searching for those shoes forced me to visit DSW's site, which I've been trying to avoid due to all of my fun funds going toward the house. Oh, the torture of being forced to look at beautiful shoes only to turn away.