Weekend + Sale = Gladiators

The first time I fell for these shoes, they were far too expensive.

This time when I walked into the store, I could almost hear them screaming out to me from the across the room.
Desperate to serve and dying to be picked up.
Much like a choosy man left on the shelf for far too long.
So there was no shoo sha, nor any demands, only just a slashed sale price.
Much like damaged goods. Or rejects.

Anyway.

My sky high ego could do with a frame that matched.
And my desperation to expand my entourage of shoes surfaced.
Supply matched demand.
Solution matched problem.
Desperation matched desperation.
And thus, on the salary weekend, we caved.