When it’s right, it’s right.
It’s no secret that I’m picky, and therefore no surprise that the search has lasted this long. I struggle with grace; where is it appropriate to extend mercy instead of demanding perfection? Are my expectations too high? But everyone says when it’s a match, you’ll know.
I made a command decision today. I walked down the aisle with confidence, and the decorum demanded of the occasion. I stepped toward the official, a smile on my face. My head was held high.
I bought a pair of shoes.
(So I prefer a stiletto to a stacked heel, and I still love the pointy-toed trend. But I think these are slightly off-beat and way more practical. Besides, they’re Brazilian, and we all know that Brazil produces quality.)