Shod.

While I was in Toronto over the past few days, I bought myself some shoes. I am pretty sure that they are the most expensive shoes I’ve ever owned and they’re one of the more expensive items of clothing I’ve ever purchased.

This is a photo of them from the web site:

They are, without question, very pink. And awesome.

They are also, without question, one of the most frivolous purchases I’ve ever made. Let’s be honest – my job isn’t exactly one where wearing heels is even remotely appropriate 99% of the time. I rarely attend any ‘formal’ function that requires me to dress up and, even when I do, I try to find the most low-key thing to wear.

I own a ridiculous number of hoodies and t-shirts and jeans. They do not really shout out for me to add heels to the outfit.

But.. these shoes called my name SO LOUDLY.

I wore them to a work-related dinner.. with jeans and a hoodie and a t-shirt. You can see, in this photo, the socks which accompanied the shoes:

And, I swear to you, the rainbows make them EVEN BETTER.

The only things I’ve purchased that cost more than these shoes – that I could wear, I mean – are my wedding dress, two business suits that I wore at one of my old jobs, and a leather jacket that I wore for waaay longer than was fashionable.

Now I have pink shoes.

I paid for these shoes using cash that I’ve saved up from my weekly allowance. Sort of. To be fully accurate, I paid for them using a credit card because I didn’t want to carry that much cash with me to Toronto, and then, when I got home, I handed the cash over to Coffee to deposit into the bank machine when he’s there later this week.

(Yay, we’ll get free points that can be redeemed on groceries! See? My shoe-buying was good for the whole family!)

To his credit, Coffee managed to keep a straight face on seeing the shoes in person. He, the guy who wears flip flops all year ’round and complains if those flip flops cost more than $5. He won’t pretend to understand my purchase, but he gets that I find them really exciting.

Pink shoes. Yeeeeeah. I’m going to be looking for excuses to wear them. In the event that you and I are spending time together, please pretend that my pink heels go really well with the yoga pants, the jamma pants, the jeans.. or whatever else. Pretend that I always walk weirdly and like I’m about to fall over.

Just know that on the inside I’m dancing around like a lunatic.