They were one of my prettiest pairs. Really, they were gorgeous. BCBGirls, white patent leather with a multi-colored and gold detail near the peep-toe. They were pretty, they were comfortable, and most importantly I got them on a major sale a year ago. A year ago. Therefore when I attempted to find them to purchase a new pair... I couldn't find anything. The closest style I could find are the BCBGirls Alena slides. But we all know that I just don't do signature anything... so I can't very well go buy those. I can't even remember the name of my poor shoe. And I can't check the box for the name because I don't keep the boxes. I house my beauties in those plastic shoe boxes that you can buy at Target and they all stack so neatly.
That's besides the point. I'm so sad about my shoe situation right now. This is a real shoe issue. This is terrible. I loved those shoes. I don't even think that a Cobbler could salvage them. I'm quite positive that the Cobbler would laugh in my face. Yes, he would and then he would see how pathetic I am and charge me oodles of money and give me false hope of fixing my poor shoe.
So here we go. I'm going to celebrate my shoe instead of mourning it. But I feel badly because I don't remember it's name.
This is the photo of my shoes that is on the shoebox so I can easily locate it in my atrocity of a closet. Actually my closet is very clean, there is just a lot of stuff. Shoes, purses, scarves, tops, jeans, dresses, luggage, my Stuart Weitzman shoebox that I refuse to throw away. My dearly departed shoes were so beautiful, this picture does them no justice whatsoever.
RIP BCBGirls Name Unknown (August 2008 - June 2009)
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