My first pair of Jimmy’s

Today was a breakthrough moment in my life. I purchased my very first pair of designer shoes that go by the name of the one and only Jimmy Choo. Now before you think that I spent thousands of dollars on shoes, let me explain that it was the launch of his new collection in H&M. Thus, his label for the store is much cheaper than his regular collection, but still just as cute and trendy.

I had been waiting for this launch for weeks… but evidently, so was every other woman in Toronto. So eager were these women in fact that they lined up around the corner the night before so that they may be the first to see and grab hold of the precious handbags and shoes. I opted out of this fanatical experience and chose instead to go later in the afternoon. Sure, a good chunk of the stock would be taken by then, but I figured the crazy crowd would die down as well. Besides, I told myself I was only going to look.

My boyfriend and I walked in through the big glass doors of H&M and immediately found ourselves lost in a crowd of women with men holding on to their belongings as they searched through the clothing racks. The shoes were downstairs so we headed down to the lower floor. As we descended down the escalator, a wall of beautiful blue shoeboxes came into sight… and I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. I soon became lost in a crowd of woman leaving my boyfriend behind to observe the spectacle. I checked out a few pairs but still told myself that I was only browsing. I broke free from the crazed crowd and decided to escape the pandemonium.

But then a man walked by. A glorious man with a pair of heels in his hands of the same beautiful Jimmy Choo blue and thick, shiny black ankle straps. My mouth dropped open and I looked up at the man. He reached his hands towards me, putting the shoes in hindsight and I extended my hands up to him, wrapping my fingers around the shiny buckles. I felt the eyes of ten other women who enviously stared at the exchange between me and the salesman. “Those are gorgeous,” said one girl in awe. I promised her I’d hand them over to her if they didn’t fit me since this was the only pair of this kind left in the store.

I sat down and slowly brought the shoe towards my foot, weary that the size six would be too small. But too my surprise and absolute pleasure, it fit perfectly; the exact length of my foot and not a smidge too tight anywhere. I looked at my boyfriend and for a moment knew what it felt like to be Cinderella. “It’s a perfect fit!” I exclaimed. The man beside us looked at my foot and shook his head graciously. “Those really look good on you,” he chimed.

It was a done deal. The only shoe of this style, handed directly to me without asking, and a perfect fit. It was fate. I walked towards the cash, shoes and hand and looked down at them admiringly. It was then that I noticed I had two rights. I looked at my boyfriend confused and horrified and told him, “I’m missing the left shoe.” And here is when my predatory instincts truly came out. I handed my valuable prize to my boyfriend to protect from the hungry mob ready to pounce on them the moment he may decide to put the shoes down. I headed towards the wall of shoes to hunt for the matching one. I opened each and every shoe box and peered inside in hopes of finding the lone shoe, but no such luck. I got on my hands and knees to look underneath the display, but still nothing. I asked three salesmen and went to the cash registers on each floor in hopes of them knowing the secret to the missing shoe. Nothing.

“Do you still want to hold on to those shoes?” asked a sales manager. I felt my grasp tighten on the shoes as I pulled them closer to my body.

“Well the other pair must be around,” I said. “Even if somebody accidentally bought two lefts, they’ll eventually realize and bring them back.”

The sales person suggested that I come back the next day to see if they turn up but I did not feel comfortable letting the shoe out of my sight. I had no choice but to buy the two rights. It seemed the most logical thing to do since there was a full exchange for thirty days if the left shoe never showed up, and I gave them my contact info in case it did.

So, although I spent money on shoes I promised myself I wouldn’t buy, and the only thing I have to show for it right now is that I have a pair of two right-footed Jimmy’s, the blue bag in my hands and the thought of those shoes one day being on my feet put me on cloud nine and perhaps has changed my life in some small beautiful way.

 

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