I think I’ve sewn them up at least 3 times and I’ve placed
duct-tape on the inside of the shoe to act as reinforcement. In the end it didn’t help because my toes
broke through again. I reached a point a
few weeks ago when I decided that it was about time to get a new pair.
Picking a new pair of TOMS is one of the hardest choices in
the world of apparel, since they all seem to be so darn cute. I’m not much of a sucker for shoes, but I do
love TOMS and would buy every pair if I had enough money. I sat down at the computer and browed through
shoes for about an hour, then I went back the next day and picked a pair and ordered
them.
They were metallic light blue and cream, and I was extremely
excited about getting them and wearing for the first time.
A couple of days later I went back and checked the reviews
on the shoes… during the few days since I had bought my shoes several reviews
had begun to appear about the shoes being way too big and not fitting
correctly. One of the reviews was titled too long and skinny. Great.
My feet are short and wide, the exact opposite.
The shoes arrived right on time and I walked down to the
mailroom to pick them up. I walked back
to my room and sat the box down, then proceeded to just look at it. I knew they would be too big and that they
wouldn’t fit correctly.
I opened them anyway.
I was right. Bummer.
Major bummer. I’m kinda ticked
about this. I showed a couple of my
friends the TOMS and put the new size 8s next to my old size 8s. There was probably a difference of at least
an inch in length. I didn’t understand
how in the world that could have happened.
At first I considered sending them back, but I didn’t want
to pay for the shipping. As I sat there
and thought about it I decided my best option would probably be trying to sell
them to someone at the school. I posted
to a few different group pages on Facebook, advertising the fact I would be
more than willing to sell some brand new TOMS to whoever wanted them and fit in
them.
A few of my friends tried them on, and I met up with a girl
from another dorm so that she could give them a try. I can’t begin to imagine how flustered the
prince from Cinderella must have been when he was trying to find Cinderella and
allowing hundreds of other girls along the way to try on the glass
slipper.
If I was him I probably would have given up.
Suddenly, I had a major Ah-ha moment, which we had
ironically been talking about is Psychology that week. Something sparked in my brain and I picked up
the shoes and marched toward the elevator.
I got off on level two and ran to my friend Kendra’s room. (She and I went to the same high school
together. We were close friends before
SPU, and remain so.)
When I didn’t find her there I ran to the longue at the end
of the hallway and was thrilled to see she was there. “Kendra!
Do you want some TOMS?!”
She laughed and asked if these were the ones I was trying to
get rid of via Facebook. I sighed and
answered yes. Then I handed her the
shoes and said, “I remembered randomly that your feet are probably long and
skinny and I guess I just assumed these might fit you really well.”
They did.
Then, since we’re great friends, the argument about pricing
began. I insisted that she just take
them, but she wanted to pay me. In the
end we decided she could pay me about half, if I let her. I ended up letting her about a week or so later when she knew
for sure that she wanted to keep them and had received several compliments on
them.
They were her first pair of TOMS and I had aided in the
process of getting them to her. I was
actually rather proud of that fact.
Ironically, looking back on the pair that I picked, they would have
looked way better on her from the very beginning. The colors on them fit wonderfully with her
blond and beautiful self, and I was happy that I had bought them.
Guess they were meant for her all along.
Which I’m quite happy about.
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