I'm one in a million. . .

So, I heard on the radio the other day (on Koz's kill a half hour, I think) that some overwhelming percentage (maybe half?) of American women buy at least one pair of shoes each month. So I guess I'm actually one in about seventy-four million. Thinking about it, I realized that the only reason I hadn't bought some for the month of August was because I was purposefully watching extra expenditures, and probably would have otherwise. But then I thought to myself "Let's see if I don't buy any at all this month", but not really TRYING to not buy them, just a curiosity. (when you're the only one in the office, you tend to think a lot of 'stuff' to yourself)

Anywyas, penny-pinching notwithstanding, I caved and bought sandals the other day. Not only are they against the not-really-embargo, they're too small to boot! (boot-sandals, ha!). . . I had coveted them earlier in the summer, but was upset that they did not come in half-sizes, so I decided against them. Tuesday, though, walking past a clearance rack (stupid, stupid navigation), I spied their doppelgangers, for a mere 11 dollars. Now, folks, let me tell you, that's less than half the price of the stubborn seven-eight conflict from June. Sadly, season change and price sticker alteration still did not conjure a seven and a half, but I bought them anywyas, and now have too-small sandals for my August purchase.



Shoulda got 'em in gold too. . . or a pedicure :)