the destuction of an art form

Today I went looking for shoes, but not just any shoes, 3 inch heel, white or silver, preferably sandals with NO crazy detail.
Quite specific and completely not my choice of colour and height.
Give me a good 6 inch black pump.

So grudgingly I try to find a store in Singapore that won't break the bank.(I say grudgingly as I am never going to wear them again)

I walked from store to store, get ignored at some as I apparently don't look as if I can afford the shoes there, or I probably  had quite a look of disgust on my face.
Where have all the good shoes gone?!

I found the shoes I needed.White full of sparkles and a bow. Wow, it hurt to type that.
I keep on staring at them, hoping the bow might disappear. So much for NO crazy detail.

Buying shoes should be a joyful experience! Finding the perfect pair of shoes is an art form.
One that should not be ruined by... Buying a pair of shoes that you don't really like but really need.
It makes me think of school uniform... Must stop shuddering.

Just a random addition, three is a crowd. We only have two coffee cups left in the apartment, the others all broke and only two people can drink coffee at a time. Models are elegant on the runway, but clumsy as all hell when it comes to mugs.