Saved by T-bar, black patent, polka dot wedges....that were on sale!!!!!!

Urgh! I bloody hate shopping, especially in Central London. Especially in the Summer, with all the tourists and group holidays and bloody irritating people........But today was necessary, as the vast majority of my friends decided it would be a good idea to be born in late July and August. You buggers! So I had a serious amount of prezzies to buy and I figured, get em all in one foul swoop and then I don't have to be harangued or harassed more than strictly necessary.

So, I go with these very specific ideas in my head for specific people, which is good, because having no ideas at all is even worse. But of course, my first two plans are foiled by the shop not having the correct sizes and then I start talking myself out of things and thinking, well, maybe I should look for something completely different. But then I think, maybe another branch of the shop would have what I want, it's worth a shot. So I give up on Covent Garden and walk all the way to Carnaby Street, getting only mildly lost in Soho. Even after three years of living here, the place baffles me. But I made it there eventually and of course, they still don't have exactly what I want, so I have to settle for something 95% brilliant, instead of 100%. Still, that's pretty close to brilliant.

But then, the saving grace emerged. The Holy Grail. The Irregular Choice shop and the Sale sign in the window.....haaaaaaaaaaaaaa, and it's like the angels are shining down on me. This is meant to be, I can feel it. My mum gave me money to look for something for my birthday and I already knew I wanted these shoes but I had never thought I'd be over this side of London and now that I was, there seemed no harm in cheering myself up. So I wander in and die at all the wonderfully quirky flats and heels and boots and sandals, many of which are on sale. But then, the shiny patent leather catches my eye, the black t-bar smiling at me from amidst the ocean of colourful shoes. And I clapse my hands on them, stroking the rigid yet smoothness of the shoe, marvelling at it's polka dot wedge heel, my feet dancing with giddiness.

Then a tag catches my eye and my eyes grow wider........They're on sale! They're on sale! They're on sale!!!!!!
Ha ha! In your face, Gods of a shit shopping day! HA! You will be defeated.

But then I slowly realise that these are the only pair out and they are a five. I'm pretty sure I can't squidge my feet into a five, but I try, to no avail. Surely I can't be stricken down at the final hurdle, surely not. Not when they're on sale!

Now normally at this point I would have admitted defeat and left the shop, holey disheartened and pissed off at the world, but a voice inside me said, no, this is not the end, you will have your shoes, just ask the question. So I approach the extremely cool sales assistant, worried that I look ridiculously out of place, clinging on to that shoe with so much hope, and I ask:
"In the sale shoes, is what you've got out all you've got?"
And she replied. "There may be more. Would you like me to check?"
"Yes please." I replied eagerly, like a child wanting more cake. "In a size six please."

In these situations, it's the wait that's so agonising, especially when you have the women's world average sized foot. Which normally means that in all sales, the ones you want are available in fives and sevens, but not in sixes. But pretty soon she emerges, with not one, but two shoes in her hands, a pair. A pair of shoes in a size six, for me! I can't wipe the smile away, I'm practically grinning from ear to ear. All they have to do now is fit. And they do!

I resist the urge to jump around the shop, but I do buy them, and I do rejoice in the fellowship of their much lower price tag. Irregular Choice, I love you! You rock! And you make a terrible afternoon shopping, after a mundane day at work, rather satisfying and mostly worth the struggle.

Now the only problem is the wait until my brithday. But I'm a good girl, I'm sure I'll manage it.

Ha ha. Thanks for reading my very indepth description of what a girl goes through when buying shoes. Maybe now you boys will understand what it means to us. Ha ha. I can't type without laughing. Ha ha.

This was really fun to write. I hope it was as fun to read. Now after my 11 hour day, I'm ready for some tea. mmmmmmmm, toad in the hole for me! Gorgeous!

Happy Tuesday Evening. Hope its a good one, but clearly it wont be as good as mine, because I have amazing shoes. Ha ha ha ha!

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