'Dig'ging my heels

I love high heels. I love them as Bella loves Edward-unconditionally and irrevocably. I fall in love with them as Hazel fell in love with Augustus-gradually and then all at once-'every' single time.

Whenever a pair of ‘well-heeled’ shoes catches my eyes, a sinister smile curls up my face. I look to my left, then to my right, and as soon as I have made sure that no one else has set their eyes upon my choice, I make them mine.

When I am shopping for shoes, the world around me becomes a blur. It is only me and my lovely shoes that matter. And perhaps their price tag! Though, I don’t generally let the cost hamper me. I save up so that if one day I see an irresistible pair of pumps, I am not left high and dry.

Due to my crazy obsession with heels, I didn’t own even a single pair of flats till yesterday. Not even a single pair! In my distorted sense of reality, my running shoes counted as flat. :P

However now that college is an imminent reality, I realized that buying a pair of bellies was necessary. I mean showing up for class in five inch heels is perhaps as crazy as dating a vampire, if not more.. (I am re-reading Twilight).

So I went out to buy a pair of flats. You can say that I was partially successful in my endeavor, for though I did buy two pairs of flats, I could not resist that inviting pair of heels….