Sunday, February 10, 2013
I claim to be 5ft10" tall but my roommate thinks I'm not less than 5ft11". Others who've met me think I'm over 6ft. The point I'm making here is that I'm a tall girl. I don't strut in heels all the time because I think I don't need them but when I see a pair I really like, there's no saying no to buying them. I don't go for over 4" because I don't want people feeling self-conscious of the dandruff on their hair. Yes sometimes I tower over people and see the top of their heads. Well, I saw the perfect heels recently and I didn't mind how many inches they were because I did not care. I just wanted them but something really cool happened before I got them. When I picked up this pair of heels, I looked for an attendant to find my size for me. It took forever before she came out and told me that she could only find the right leg and didn't know where the other was. She was going to check for it in the back where shoes were stored and I went to check around the store racks just in case. After what seemed like a long wait, she came back and apologized because she could not find the other leg. I was disappointed and went home without looking at any another shoes. A friend of mine who was shoe shopping with me on that day decided to go back to the store the next day. She found the right leg we were looking for the day before. It was on display. She hurriedly told an attendant about the situation and asked for the other leg to be brought. Guess what? It could not be found. What could have happened to it? Another attendant heard them talking about the shoes and knew exactly where it was. It was no ordinary shoe. It had a charm to it that could not be ignored. My friend bought my perfect heels and I squealed when I heard they were found. I can't wait to wear them when the weather gets warmer.
(ukoemem - Author; Ola Y - Editor)