Shoe Paradise–OH Happy Day

I needed a trip to paradise-shoe paradise that is.

Today I was going to paradise. I had a coupon to paradise. I checked the date and it hadn’t expired.

Paradise hadn’t been open long when I arrived. Only a few people were in the store—mainly employees. That was good for me because I felt like I was having a private showing.

I had in my mind a shoe I wanted to purchase but upon trying them on they were not for me. That ended the plan to run in, buy that shoe and run out.

I reverted back to my old way of shopping. Isle by isle I check out and tried on many shoes. Some I liked but many were not what I was looking for. I tried on many I would never buy. Since I was in paradise I decided to pretend I was a glamorous fashionista looking for an elegant pair of shoes to go with my to die for gown to wear to the ball. Better than a Cinderella ball.

After trying on many shoes and liking few I settled on a pair that wasn’t exciting at all. They fit and were comfortable. I held on to them but kept on looking. I backtracked to where I first started my journey because I needed to make sure I didn’t miss any shoes I might be interested in.

When I was on the last row as I was making my way to pay for the shoes in hand I found a pair of sandals I missed. I tried them on and I was in love. They are strappy flats that felt like they’re made for my feet and are a color I don’t own. They will go with everything.

Paradise was good to me today.

Have you had a paradise adventure?

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