There are people who buy shoes because they need to put something on their feet to leave the house, then there are those people who think shoes are a nice accessory.
And then there's me: the self-proclaimed shoe whore.
Piperlime, I LOVE shoes. LOVE them. I treat them like my children: they each have their own spot in the closet, facing the same way, arranged by color.
So you can imagine my delight when I squeezed a few minutes into my very busy day to peruse your gorgeous site and order a new pair of shoes.
And then, when I got the call from reception yesterday that I had a package, it was the bright light on an otherwise dark, long, bad day. I ran down the stairs to retrieve my new beauties.
And you can imagine my shock and utter horror to see THIS:
Did my package fall OFF the truck? And then did the drive throw the truck into reverse, back OVER my package, then play floor hockey with it, then toss it underfoot of an angry elephant, and then drop kick it into the reception area?
It's a good thing they didn't have the glass slippers in my size.