As always, I couldn't help but look for myself as well and I found the cutest Vans (with laces) in the lightest pink. The problem was that they're a size 2,5 JR (kinda like a size 34 EUR) and obviously way too small. Did that stop me from trying to go home with them yesterday? No.
I got like a hundred metres from the shop before I had to return with my toes nearly amputated to put my regular shoes back on. They felt like boats compared to the constriction I'd put my poor feet to endure for the last five minutes. I kind of felt like Cinderellas mean step-sisters. Other than there was no prince in the winning.
If that's not plain stupid I don't know what is.
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