My wife came across a box in the garage and asked "what's this?". I told her it was a pair of heels I had ordered and needed to return. Much to my surprise, she asked if she could see them. I knew she didn't ever want to see my CD things (per our agreement), and so I reminded her of this, and offered to put the box away. But she wanted to look at them anyway, saying she didn't mind seeing some items, so long as I wasn't "sashaying" around in them. Maybe "one day" she'd be OK with that, she said.
"Wow, you have huge feet!", she exclaimed. She had never seen a size 13 women's shoe before. I imagine most women haven't. "They're cute, why are you returning them?", was her next reaction. I told her I was returning them b/c they're a tad too big. Then she told me about certain inserts you can put in women's shows to adjust the fit. After talking about the shoes more, she was inspired to go look at Zappos herself. I checked in on her after awhile, and she was looking for boring walking shoes. Since she has *no* heels, I told her I wanted to help her get out of her comfort zone, and did a quick search on heels in her size. Long story short, she ended up buying two, 2.5" pairs for herself! I was very proud of her. And after that she was curious to see what was available in size 13, and offered to help me look for some new pairs. Per her advice, I ended up buying 2 more!
http://www.zappos.com/vigotti-ulinda...fcTest=fcl%3A0
http://www.zappos.com/gabriella-roch...fcTest=fcl%3A0
I even asked if I could show her my 2 other pairs from my closet, and she said yes. Turns out one pair is too small for my feet and I've stretched it out. I didn't realize this. It was amazing to carry them down the stairs, put them on the floor next to her, and hear the clack of the heel. For once it wasn't just me hearing it.
It was thrilling and heart-warming to share all of that with her. I hope one day she won't mind seeing my dresses, or who knows, maybe even me in them. Even if not, it's great to know I have someone to share my shoes with.
Camille