Why 9?
This was the day I hated my size 9 feet.
I am big on thrifting. I love every bit of it, well, yes minus the smell and the fact that I always end up swearing that I will never go back (but I always do) because of my egged on allergies. But finding $6 Marks & Spencer, Nine West and H&M shoes? Oh, what joy!
Cases in point:
I am big on thrifting. I love every bit of it, well, yes minus the smell and the fact that I always end up swearing that I will never go back (but I always do) because of my egged on allergies. But finding $6 Marks & Spencer, Nine West and H&M shoes? Oh, what joy!
Cases in point:
But could I be any more ill-fated? Maybe not. None of them fits! I was on the verge of crying, one more knockout pair and I would have volleyed into tears. Why must I be a size 9? At this very moment I would have traded my neighbor and her cat for a size 7. I was so bitter I think I hid one pair in the bag section. Haha!
Labels: Nine West, Vintage Shoes
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