Monday, I'd decided to bite the bullet, release the hounds, take the plunge. These shoes would be mine. I stepped into the Saks shoe department with confidence and determination.
The store had just opened. While waiting for suited Sales Associates to come streaming out of the back room and offer assistance, I decided to peruse the jumbled sale racks. I knew I wouldn't see "my" Loubies there, but wondered if there might be some alternatives to consider and rule out. (Then I could feel that I'd made an informed, rational decision, you see.) That's when I spotted these...
...and thought they might be fun to try on. I still wasn't seriously considering them instead of the Louboutins, but something about them charmed me. I loved the color, the floppy bows, the shirring on the sides and the heel height.
The Sales person brought out both the Louboutins and the Pradas for me to try on. And....I liked the Pradas better, immediately. Not only were they MUCH more comfortable, but their touch of whimsy that the Louboutins lacked also felt like a better fit. I liked how they looked on my feet (I guess I'm still a sucker for a pointy toe), and could see dressing them up or down, wearing with skirts or pants. At this point, I knew how much the CL's cost, but hadn't looked at the price on the Pradas yet. I vowed to make my decision based on everything but price. I ran myself through the decision tree. I gut-checked. And then went with the Pradas.
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