the elusive ballet flats...
i read an article a few months ago from noringai on how she learned so much about life from her love of shoes. i could totally relate to the artik because i too have a shoe fetish.
last tuesday, i finally found my elusive ballet flats. i've been wanting them for over two years now since i gave up on wedges and platforms and anything with heels.for the last two years i've been rummaging through shoe store displays for the perfect ballet pumps but, they were not available in manila in 2003.
in 2004, ballet pumps were and still are the rage for women. now that I have designs to choose from, there are hardly any styles that particularly catch my eye. bayo has them in the sweetest candy colours and kamiseta followed suit. i couldn't buy those shoes because nearly every girl who made rounds in the mall had those shoes on. i knew i wanted my pumps to be simple; something that would match all the things in my closet but it also had to be cute, comfortable to wear and unique, they had to be something that i could stare at and feel lucky that a pair belonged to me.
i found a few ballet pumps to fit the above description but there was always something to stop me from getting it. most times the shop wouldn't have it in my size, sometimes i liked the style but didn't like the colours that it came in, other times the shoes just snagged at my heels when i tried it on and i knew i'd never be comfortable wearing it all day long. and so the search for the perfect ballet flats went on. i scourged thru the shoe shops in glorietta, rockwell and batangas and everytime i found a pair that i liked, i would eventually end up going home sans shoeboxes galore.
then this tuesday, the elusive ballet flats appeared where i least expected to find them. evs and i were walking down lopez ave when i glanced at vyenski's window display. a power stronger than reason or knowledge drew me into the shop...and there on one of the shelves sat MY ballet flats.
it sat there in all its white synthetic soft leather glory. it had holes punched through the leather and garter straps across the feet like real ballet shoes. i rushed to the shelf and tried the shoes on - it was a perfect fit! i walked out of vyenski with a shopping bag and a huge smile on my face...
as i'm typing this i keep on glancing down at my feet and feel the softness of my flats.i have to heave a sigh of satisfaction, i'm glad i didn't settle for anything less than what my heart was set on.these shoes may very well be the cheapest in my shoe rack, but it is also the dearest - the pair that was so hard and took so long to find. perhaps that is where the satisfaction comes from...
last tuesday, i finally found my elusive ballet flats. i've been wanting them for over two years now since i gave up on wedges and platforms and anything with heels.for the last two years i've been rummaging through shoe store displays for the perfect ballet pumps but, they were not available in manila in 2003.
in 2004, ballet pumps were and still are the rage for women. now that I have designs to choose from, there are hardly any styles that particularly catch my eye. bayo has them in the sweetest candy colours and kamiseta followed suit. i couldn't buy those shoes because nearly every girl who made rounds in the mall had those shoes on. i knew i wanted my pumps to be simple; something that would match all the things in my closet but it also had to be cute, comfortable to wear and unique, they had to be something that i could stare at and feel lucky that a pair belonged to me.
i found a few ballet pumps to fit the above description but there was always something to stop me from getting it. most times the shop wouldn't have it in my size, sometimes i liked the style but didn't like the colours that it came in, other times the shoes just snagged at my heels when i tried it on and i knew i'd never be comfortable wearing it all day long. and so the search for the perfect ballet flats went on. i scourged thru the shoe shops in glorietta, rockwell and batangas and everytime i found a pair that i liked, i would eventually end up going home sans shoeboxes galore.
then this tuesday, the elusive ballet flats appeared where i least expected to find them. evs and i were walking down lopez ave when i glanced at vyenski's window display. a power stronger than reason or knowledge drew me into the shop...and there on one of the shelves sat MY ballet flats.
it sat there in all its white synthetic soft leather glory. it had holes punched through the leather and garter straps across the feet like real ballet shoes. i rushed to the shelf and tried the shoes on - it was a perfect fit! i walked out of vyenski with a shopping bag and a huge smile on my face...
as i'm typing this i keep on glancing down at my feet and feel the softness of my flats.i have to heave a sigh of satisfaction, i'm glad i didn't settle for anything less than what my heart was set on.these shoes may very well be the cheapest in my shoe rack, but it is also the dearest - the pair that was so hard and took so long to find. perhaps that is where the satisfaction comes from...
