13 Broken Pairs.

God bless the broken shoes, they led me straight to you...

It’s almost a year ago when I just stopped.

Got tired and told myself: “I’m done.”

I didn’t know what went through, but I suddenly lost my faith in trying and finding that pair with its perfect pair.

One day, I woke up and realized I am living with 80 pairs of shoes!!! It took me time and courage to once again evoke each pair. Each story.

13 broken pairs.

I decided to finally let them go.

Unleash the times I had in them.

Of memories built.

Of painful wounds that left marks and calluses.

But then, these pairs led me to that way where I finally let myself took chance again. Made me believe once again.. brought back my love (and addiction) for shoes.

It has been a long way, and finally I had the will and reason to honestly say to myself and to the whole shoeworld: “Hell yeah, I am happy!”

Down to 67 pairs after throwing 13 broken pairs, I am so back on track! :)

I am back to finding fabulous shoefinds again(Oh,and I’m back to blogging again.)

My real shoe story has just begun.

Making it happen.

Making it real.

Making it right.

Cheers to more and more shoes! ;)

67 pairs (and counting!)

Old Old Shoes

When you are currently an official B-U-M, you don’t have any choice but to go back home and be in that place where everything has started…And yes, this also includes blogging and suddenly comes up with a lot of ideas to write about. Waaah!!! But for me, it was actually a good time to see those old old shoes I almost forgot I had.

Seeing these pairs (again) made me remember the old times.

Old school.

Old stuff.

I laughed remembering the funny old times I shared with these shoes. I felt the dramas of the past. But all of these are now way beyond the life I have been and the life I have now. I admired that simple girl who used to wear these shoes. That girl who never stops dreaming, wishing, praying. That girl who still has the same simple ambitions in life. That girl who never fails to look back, because this is how I created my shoe story. I did not try to wear those old shoes again. Some were really old and rusty. Some I couldn’t even recognize anymore. Some I know have its own story now… but it’s nice to recognize that these shoes helped me create a beautiful life.

A fabulous shoe story I will never stop writing.

‘Til we meet again, old shoes! :) :)