Out prowling the sales at Bon Marche other day, I wasn't finding anything to write home about. No flawlessly tailored jackets, no charming Parisian frocks- not even a measly scarf. Until I saw them- the goat skin jazz shoes by Repetto with such perfect detailing and tiny laces. It was love at first sight. But of course, the only model-like quality I am blessed with is my shoe size (I am sample) so any pairs even close to my taille were long gone.
This is when my killer instincts kicked in to the extreme. Some say I lack drive. This is not true. My drive is selective.
I looked up all of the providers in Paris and went to ten in one day to no avail. I had given them up for a missed connection until I went back to Bon Marche and - lo and behold- my size had been returned by some fool. I snatched the flats up, and we are very much in love.
The moral: The sales are getting past the honeymoon period. The best pieces and popular sizes are going fast, so if you really want something, don't hesitate.
Okay, so maybe there's no moral. I just needed an excuse to post a photo.
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