Ah, sweet Clark's. Dragged there in floods of tears, implanted into the bizarre foot measuring / torture device, leaving with another pair of sensible shoes. Probably beige. But finally inexplicable parental devotion to the little shop of horrors payed off when I was given a pair of Blue Suede Shoes. Desert boots, pale blue, and I wore them until they fell apart.
And now they're back with bells on. Everywhere. Maybe I'll get a new pair, a blue pair, and dance down the street in them.
Or I might get some of those wedge ones. YES.
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