I tried an eight-and-a-half shoe.
It's not vanity that brought a tear to my eye. One can cry no more for vanity when vanity is the one crying when she spots you in Target on a weekday afternoon.
I cried because I ordered the most darling spring shoes to help me feel my way through my springtime mom role. I believe in the method approach.
I cried tears of joy when they arrived in the mail and their cute factor far exceeded my expectations. Since I can't rip the pic from the web, imagine bright orange and white striped flats with a thin orange tie on the toe. Thinking about them brings back those initial tears of joy.
I wept when the store employee told me they were out of Size 8.5 with no hope of receiving more.
I know new experiences help us grow, but I would have been much happier growing if it hadn't meant sacrificing the perfect orange flats.