Warning: for those who get high by scoring deals and getting the objects of their desire, this blog is not for the faint-hearted. Seriously, it's not.
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It was love at first sight. When I saw it on the window, I hastily entered the store and stood in front of the pair. Reverently holding the platform wedges on my hands, I informed the staff that I'd like to try it on my size. After putting both shoes on, I walked around the store, feeling the soles and the way the strap hugs my ankle. It was perfect.
Then came the defining moment: the pair costs PX,XXX.00. Of course, this is normal, considering that it is a Charles and Keith pair. But at that time, my car needed new shoes (tires), mouth and ears (speakers and a head unit), a dress (transmission problems), and its birth certificate (registration). That was my most frugal month as I needed all the cash I can get for my car's repairs and needs.
As an impulsive buyer, it was very hard for me to do the adult thing and walk away from the store. After I did so, my mom and boyfriend teased me, saying I should've bought it.
A month or so later, I was rushed to the emergency room. I was sick and pitiful, and Mom took pity on me and said she'll buy the shoes. Free shoes on itself is always welcome, but that C&K pair has been nagging me for quite a while. I couldn't wait to finally own it and wear on a nice date.
Last weekend, we went to SM Southmall to buy the shoes. Unfortunately, I was promptly informed that the shoes were last season's stock (gulp!) and were already pulled out (gasp!). For every woman out there who fell in love with apparels and whatnots, you know how I felt then. I urged my family to try another branch.
We went to Festival Mall on the same day and I half-ran, half-walked to the store. I saw the pair, asked for it on my size, and promptly tried them on. They were the last pair and I happily snagged them.
My dream shoes and I are finally together.
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Mark and I had a date today. I wore my new shoes for the first time and planned an outfit that would complement my footwear. Mid-afternoon, the ankle straps broke my skin. No problem--this is always the case when breaking in shoes. I whipped out my pretty roll-up shoes and swapped them with my wedges.
After paying for the groceries, Mark brought our stuff to the car while I attended other errands. The shoes were on the pushcart. Blah blah blah, we went home.
That's when disaster struck. After unloading the groceries, the trunk was already empty but my shoes were nowhere to be found. I asked Mark where they were. He responded, "Sa likod." (On the trunk.) I insisted that my shoes were not there. Ever the unbeliever, he shut off the engine and walked to the back, looked at the trunk and went--"Shit. Naiwan ko sa pushcart!" (I left it on the pushcart!) At first I thought he was joking, as he knows how much I wanted the pair. But after thoroughly checking the car, I was forced to admit that the shoes were not there.
It turns out that because my shoes were placed in a black pouch, Mark didn't see them while loading groceries as it was already nighttime. After glaring at him, really, there wasn't anything I could do. My dream pair is gone.
*cue sobs* Of course, they were just shoes. But to me, they were something I wanted for a long time, finally had it, only to lose after a short period of time. Heck, I only wore it once! If that's not disappointing and maddening, then the world is not round. I was heartbroken. Of course, Mark said that he'll buy me a new pair. But given that I already had a hard time finding my first pair, who knows if I'll find another one then?
Maybe the shoes and I are not meant to be together. But in this case, when will you learn to let go? Of course, in case I cannot find another pair, I will concede defeat.
But first, I will raise one hell of a fight.
