It’s no secret that I am fond of people that are discriminating in their personal tastes and strong in what they stand and strive for in the world. I have admiration for an opinionated individual who is interested in the world around them and willing to fight big battles for justice – and to make the world a better, more beautiful place.
My better half always takes me clothes shopping with him as he trusts my opinion with the subject matter and knows I will always give an honest answer and make helpful suggestions. My joy, the love of my life also expresses to me often that he admires my taste – He loves that I know instantly what I like and what I don’t like and I pay an inordinate amount of attention to details and have a discerning eye. One such example is once when I accompanied him shopping and then he came with me to browse some shoe shops. I was looking for a black pointed everyday heel and I could not find any that I could even halfway admire. None were right.
I conveyed to him exactly what I was looking for, it had to either have a very high heel (4 inches or higher) or had to be a kitten heel, but nothing in between. The fabric had to be perfect – high quality leather or suede. The top portion of the shoe has to fall and sit in the perfect way as does the heel. Also the shoe had to have the perfect amount of toe cleavage (ample). He delighted in that last one (bien sur). It doesn’t matter if they strangle my feet, but they have to look perfect. Whenever I find a perfect pair, I am always tempted to get twenty variations of the same shoe as I don’t know the next time that I will find another example of black pointed perfection. Who ever said beauty was easy?
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