regret

so i "bought" these shoes at a major barneys sale in la last summer. they were very well-priced. they are from prada spring/summer 2008, which was, in my book, the best fucking collection ever. i already have a pair from this season so i returned them the next day...

now i have nightmares, about what this poor lonely child is doing all alone. or worse, all scuffed up on some undeserving, calloused feet. i'm sorry i had to give you up, you were just too impractical, even for me.

i feel like a terrible mother.

now that's just ridiculous, but i do miss them and could punch myself for not keeping them.

i love you shoe!

these are the pair with gold from style.com:

i also almost bought these too but they were like $3918231098 and i just couldn't justify it, not it any way. i think about them too.

i love you all! I'm sorry, truly, i am!

i though they might become irrelevant way too quickly and i hate feeling regret for actually buying something rather than not buying it. not buying it somehow still keeps the object in a certain realm of fantasy and i can still dream about them and glorify them. actually buying and then regretting is just... a really bad feeling. like looking at yourself in fluorescent lighting. just yuck.

but i am beating myself for being so shortsighted. these all would look so lovely this time of year and i desperately wish i could turn back time and purchase them.

oh well. see you in my dreams.