To understand my perfect heels, you have to understand who I am. I am terribly informal, I’ve been a tennis shoe kind of girl all my life. But then it comes to dressing up, I do believe that I clean up well. My heels were bought for a winter ball. They had a very short heel, about an inch and a half. I am short, and not too graceful, so a small heel was absolutely necessary. They were also very simple, another one of my preferences. They were black, with a simple criss-cross toe, and straps. I really loved these shoes.
I don’t remember the brand, but I’m pretty sure I just got them at payless or something.
Anyway, these shoes were MY shoes, I wore them every time I had to dress up, until KC came along.
KC is a german Shepard, big, beautiful, and destructive. She got one, ripped it to pieces, threw the pieces all over my room. When I found it, I almost cried. For some reason I kept the survivor for a really long time, I guess I was hoping to find another just like it, and had to keep a sample. Unfortunately, it got misplaced in cleaning, and my perfect shoe was lost forever.
I haven’t had to buy heels in a long time, and I haven’t seen another short, black, simple heel that was as perfect as this one.
This shoe looks vaguely like perfect heel. Only my heels had thicker front straps, and a much much lower heel.
But I couldnt find anything closer!