| 3 days in manhattan . blisters . and the ones

Dear Manhattan,

We flew over to see you last week with high hopes of finding the perfect shoes for my perfect wedding dress. I was certain that in the mecca of shoes it would be an easy decision – do I want the Manolos, the Choos or the Louboutins? But Manhattan, I never imagined that we would wander the streets…from Midtown to Soho…during a massive shoe sale week…for 3 days…and walk away empty handed! My fear, at the end of those 3 days, was that our love affair may just be over. But alas, with a little bit of internet research, we found our saviour. A little store on the 6th floor of an unsuspecting building in Chelsea held the key to our happiness. My Glass Slipper had a wonderful variety of designer shoes AND the Stuart Weitzman’s I ended up buying came in at a fraction of the cost of the other shoes I had been trying on. Manhattan, you’ve redeemed yourself. I will see you again when I have to buy my clutch ;-)

Sincerely,

Lara