Let's pretend that shoe catalog copy reads like an online dating profile:
Part dive-y drive-in, part gussied-up waitress, scalloped leather pumps in robins-egg-blue and white seek adoration from a vintage-loving, whimsical bride-to-be.
Hello, lovelies. It sounds like I'm your girl.
And I would have been, except that you cost $340. Turns out, you're the kind of shoes that my mama warned me about: seductive heels from the way-too-expensive side of the tracks.
You don't always end up with your first love. So, I moved on, and ended up falling hard when I least expected it.
These are the shoes I'll be wearing at my wedding. I scored 'em for 25 bucks at H&M. Yep, they're fake suede--all the better to shuffle through hay and cow dung in, my dear. If they hold up, I'll wear them again and again. If they don't, I won't be sick to my stomach because I'm out half a month's rent. As far as I'm concerned, a good deal is always swoon-worthy.


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