Every summer I declare I shall not buy cheap shoes
ever again. Never ever ever again.
Anybody who's ever spent a whole day with
uncomfortable heels knows that you end up
covered with bandages, while in pain
and therefore short-tempered.
So this time, fail. Huge fail.
I indulged in 30€ wedges, once more.
At Pimkie. This kind of stores where it could be relevant
to ban entrance to ladies over the age of 25 (19?).
This somewhat ideal wooden sole/black leather straps combo
is actually pretty comfy, so I mean, why not.
Well, because I wore them
three times and I can predict they won't last.
Damn, must be my birthday coming soon/aging process,
but I really tend to think in terms of durability now.