plaid shoes.

These brown/white plaid shoes beckoned to me.

They cried out, "Here I am! Choose me!"

Do you think I can get away wearing these with black capris? What if I told you that I won't know most of the people at the function, the majority being from out-of-town?

What if I told you that I could redeem myself later in the evening, with a smashing pair of black pumps that do match my outfit?

Would that make a difference to you? To them?

That later in the evening, they'll all be bellied up to the bar and shouldn't recollect the events that transpired earlier in the day, much less the fact that my shoes didn't match my outfit.

And then there were these.

I sold them last weekend. In the "Big Wind" sale.

I loved them and now I miss them. Because it's back to the drawing board.

Tomorrow: a photo of my new black pumps.

I know you can't wait to see them!