The Shoe Finally Fits!

I had no plans for that particular Sunday. All I wanted was to laze around the house, watch a movie or two and pester my younger brother all day.

Then after attending the 930 am mass, I was about to treat myself with a pint of my favorite ice cream (selecta's double dutch), my mom told me we're going on a trip to see this lot she intends to buy along along the National Highway. I had no better things to do so instead of buying that thousand-calorie temptation, I hopped in the car and went with her.

I told her since we're already out of the town, we might as well take advantage of it. I told her I wanted to eat at Arabela in Liliw. She obliged. So upland we went.

After a plateful of carbonara, a tall glass of mocha shake galore and my favorite Kesong Puti pizza, my feet took me to a place I've been longing to go to for weeks and my eyes searched for that one item I kept daydreaming about. The Bronze Sandalas.

And guess what? IT WAS STILL THERE.

Despite the crowded shoe store, I pushed myself in, caught attention of the nearest sales person and asked for my size. And what do you know? They have it!

Sans the ruined silver nail polish, my feet looked exquisite in it. Bronze is really one of my best colors.

I quickly grabbed the box, tried it on (which was quite a task as I was wearing my Chucks and it was a really crowded store) and walked around a bit. Wow. Finally.

I handed it again to the sales person to have it wrapped. I walked out of the store with a big smile and very fulfilled.

I know, I know. Ang babaw ko.

But if you were able to read my previous post about those bronze sandals, maybe you'll understand why I feel this way.

I hopped back in the car with my sandals hoping that this is a good sign.