Hmm, I wonder why these were all in the clearance section...
Ka-razy shoes aside, this trip to DSW introduced me to a particular pair of classy, sassy high heels and it was love at first sight, I tell ya. Not so much with the price tag though. I sadly said farewell to them and we headed back to Fredericksburg, but the beautiful picture of them in my mind ate away at my female soul and I knew they must be mine. So, I hatched a plan.
I called the DSW in Georgetown and asked them to put an equivalent pair of my lovely heels on hold.
Instead of the normal state highways back home to Waco, I took the way that includes IH-35, which I don't like.
I went slightly out of my way to get to the DSW.
In the rain.
Then I hopped onto 35 and cruised towards home, knowing that my little high heel hiatus was now crunching the time I had left to get home in time for Bible study.
Then my beautiful shoes went flying from the backseat to the floorboard as I came over a hill into Belton and slammed on my brakes for sudden molasses traffic.
I began to wonder if these high heels were really worth coming this way. I knew 35 traffic would be unpredictable. I knew it.
I called Trent to make him aware of my situation and to tell him "I don't want to hear it" when he started chuckling at my reason. Boys...
I made it home ten minutes before Bible study.
I helped serve the dinner Trent had cooked so yummily.
I chimed in on our group's 1 Corinthians discussion.
I said goodnight and have a good week to our group.
And then... I did dishes in my new heels...
Because sometimes you just have to wear red pumps with Nike shorts.
Sometimes you have to go a little bit out of your way to intentionally claim a nugget of happiness.
Sometimes you have to splurge a few of your hard earned dollars on something fabulous.
Sometimes you have to buy the red stilettos.