The first time I lay eyes on these beauties, I knew they had to be mine one day.
I pretty much go weak at the knees at the sight of a good peep-toe, and these shoes made me swoon. The day finally came when I realized that 1) I still had quite a bit of money left over in my Nana's gift fund for me that was meant to cover my dress, veil, and shoes. Enough to cover a pair of Manolos. And 2) that these matched my dress PERFECTLY.
After some serious hunting, I managed to track down a pair in my size and color. I took them out of the box and swoon. I fell in love all over again. Then, I put them on and Oh.My.G-d. They were so painful. I decided to grin and bear it. I took them with me when I went to my dress fitting at Kleinfeld with KMH and TLS's mother and I could barely stand in them through my fitting. The peep toe part also cut into my big toe and pinched it and just ouchie ouchie owie ow. If I could not even stand in them for 15 minutes, no way in heck could I spend a full day in them plus dancing plus alcohol. Today, I had to suck it up, and do the unthinkable.
I returned the Manolos. ::GASP:: It still saddens me just thinking about it. They were without a doubt the most gorgeous, special shoes I have ever owned. Or probably ever will.
Tomorrow, I am off to go pick up my second choice pair of shoes.