The Pink Shoe Diaries

Last night I had an ephiphany in the shoe department of T.J. Maxx.

(Truth be told most of my epiphanies happen in shoe departments, but thats' neither here nor there)

Anyway, I had gone to T.J. Maxx in a feeble effort to find something to wear to my company's holiday party this Saturday. I had literally already worn every dress I own to work, or a work related event, and was in the mood for something new. I had already been to Macy's and Bloomingdales and hadn't really found anything that was cute, classic, versatile enough to wear to an array of different kinds of events, and in my price range. So of to TJ's I went. I figured that while I probably would not find a dress, I could peruse the home goods for some marked down Lenox and it would not be a total loss.

Of course, when one goes into a shopping situation with low hopes, one is always pleasantly surprised (just as when one goes into a store KNOWING they will find what they are looking for, they are pretty much guaranteed tragic dissapointment).

To my shock, I found SEVERAL dresses all in my size, in the style I was looking for (little black dress). I didn't look at any price tags until I had decided on The One (knee length black sleeveless, semi-low cut (not sluttily so) with a banded waist and ruffles around the neckline). As I turned the price tag over, I was SHOCKED to see the price. Marked down from 129.99.

To $15.00!!!!!!

Of course after this shopping high, I couldn't quit now so I headed over to the shoe section. Like most addicts, I am always in search of my next, more exciting high. Now, here is the thing with me and dressy shoes. I feel that since Adam is only an inch and a half taller than I am, I have to wear low heeled shoes. Of course he doesn't care about my shoe heel height and has told me repeatedly but it's a bugabooo I have about not wanting to tower over my date. Lame, I know but it's always held me back from the shoes I really, really want.

And further more. I really feel that at last year's company party I marmed it up. It was my first party, and I was unsure how to dress so I went with a black twinset and blue and black sparkly skirt and black low heeled pumps. Cute, but utterly sedate. Especially since half the women were in cocktail dresses.

So I walked up and down the shoe aisles, clutching a pair sedate, black and silver two strapped sandald with a 1/5 inch heel, and thinking that was a perfectly reasonable outfit: the black dress with these sandals and some silver jewelry.

Suddenly, I saw them. Glitterting. Impossibly High. Strappy. Inappropraite.

PERFECT.

These gold Nina sandals called out to me. I put my sedate black sandals down and cautiously slipped into the Ninas. They fit PERFECTLY. I sashayed down to a mirror and saw that they were in fact, super hot.

But they make about a 1/2 inch over 6 feet tall.

I faltered. Do I want to be super tall at my company party, in all the pictures? Do I want to dwarf Adam all night? Am I willing to risk almost certain ankle injury?

One more glance in the mirror told me. Oh Hell Yes.

So I shall be glamazon-ing it up this Saturday with my coworkers. If i can just find my gold clutch and borrow my mom's fabulous gold and diamond earrings then I will be, literally, golden.