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Koleksyon fin vye granmoun mwen te gen soulye kèk koulè supèrb ak anbelisman strappy, ak mwen toujou gen byen yon pè kèk ap tann nan klozèt mwen an pou ekipe nan dwa, oswa omwen pou sa a toubiyon polè pèdi priz li yo. Lè Chris ak mwen te ale nan premye vwayaj nou an ansanm nan Las Vegas, Mwen chaje sou senk pè, imajine payèt kontinuèl ak plim (aparamman, nan tèt mwen, Vegas te vle di abiye tankou yon showgirl.) Ki jan anpil nan moun ki pè mwen te fini mete? Zewo. Olye de sa, sapat Sib mwen bat teren an konkrè ke semèn, ak mwen sonje santi se konsa rekonesan mwen te gen yo. ti fi inonbrabl plede bò kote nou nan soulye platfòm, enfim pa tòti fè jouda-zòtèy. Mwen sensèman te vle ofri yo yon ban ak kèk bann-èd, Lè konnen ke ven bonè m 'pwòp tèt ou ta gen plede ansanm ak yo.
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My old shoe collection had some gorgeous colors and strappy embellishments, and I still have quite a few pairs waiting in my closet for the right outfit, or at least for this polar vortex to lose its grip. When Chris and I went on our first trip together to Las Vegas, I packed about five pairs, imagining endless sequins and feathers (apparently, in my head, Vegas meant dressing like a showgirl.) How many of those pairs did I end up wearing? Zero. Instead, my Target sandals beat the concrete strip that week, and I remember feeling so thankful I had them. Countless girls struggled around us in platform shoes, crippled by peep-toe torture. I sincerely wanted to offer them a bench and some band-aids, knowing that my early twenties self would have struggled alongside them.