Objective #1. Find a pair of strappy, dressy heels for RWA Awards Ceremony.
Please. This was child's play. Done.
Objective #2: Buy a pair of cute, but sensible, shoes with a low heel suitable for walking long distances in hotel halls and on the streets of NYC.
Friends, the plan went awry.
The moment I walked through the doors of DSW, I knew I was in trouble. To my ears, the muzak piped through the speakers was a chorus of angels singing. As I roamed the aisles, smelling that new shoe smell, I slipped into a zombie-like trance.
I lost sight of the goal. Decidedly impractical shoes made their way into my shopping bag.
I'm weak. But I'm a happy girl.