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In the Pink

You may recall how excited I became when pondering shoe choices for a trip to NY back in the Spring. One of the reasons I became excited? Vince Camuto.

A little bit about my feet. [Note: Feel free to exit this post now if the whole foot detail piece is going too far outside of your comfort zone and/or you simply do.not.care about my tootsies. Seriously. I get that you may not care, and am totally ok with that. It's my blog, though, so here I go.] I am 5'8" tall, have long arms, long legs, and teeny tiny hands and smallish, square feet. Most would expect my fingers to be like a concert pianist's, and my toes to be the toe equivalent.

But not so much. Apparently the same Middle Eastern genes that kicked in and gave me green eyes decided I needed to have feet just like my Grandma Alice. Who was 4'11". And tiny.

Seriously. I was looking at her feet one day, as happens in lengthy, relaxed conversations with a person you're sitting next to on a couch. And I realized I have Grandma Alice's feet.

Square feet.

Hence, the love of Camutos.

I know nothing of the genetic background of Vince Camuto, but I know that he designs shoes that fit my feet. Perfectly. So in the Spring when I was excited, it was because I had purchased a sassy pair of bronze flats with a cool emblem/medallion on the toe. Not as blingy as they might sound...

This last week, though, I went for the pink bling.

My reasons for choosing the bling:

1. I like dusty rose

2. Camutos fit my feet. (See above.)

3. I like flats.

4. I may be a little over the top in my shoe choices. (See prior posts for snakeskin pump example, cowboy boot pic, birthday shoe purchases, etc.)

5. They were on sale. Really on sale. Like 30% off of the number I almost paid two days before, so that was saying something.

6. I'm a fan of having one splashy element in an ensemble. When I wear these I'll probably opt for a white shirt, jeans, and very little if any jewelry. Cuz the shoes bring the bling...

Right?

Next might be the purse dog, don't you think? It's only a matter of time.

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