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<\/a>But then I saw they were in whole sizes only. WTF? I’m usually a 36.5, so a 36 or a 37 just won’t do. This was a problem for me when I finally found my dream Doc Martens with heels. The 36 was too small and the 37 was too big.<\/p>\n
I was excited to get the much-criticized YSL Trooper Pumps when I saw they were on sale. But then I saw they were in whole sizes only. WTF? I’m usually a 36.5, so a 36 or a 37 just won’t do. This was a problem for me when I finally found my dream Doc Martens…<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_gTmdbGeiE-E\/SSXMNdlHPuI\/AAAAAAAAGpI\/igtvjsb37PQ\/s320\/boots0827.jpg\")
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Clearly the No. 1 way to get me to fall in love with a pair of shoes is for other people to call them ugly, because both these shoes have been badmouthed all over the blogosphere. I feel that just gives them more personality. Speaking of shoes with personality and size issues, here’s the long overdue update on my fish feet<\/a> obsession. I finally got those shoes on eBay in a size 6.5, which is the size of my other two pairs of Louboutins. Bizarrely, they felt too tight anyway, so I figured I’d get them stretched. As with any easy task, I’ve put off doing that for about six months. That’s not bad, really. I’ve put off other things for six years. Anyway, I promise I will try to get that stretching business done next month, so that I can finally experience fish-feet joy. <\/script><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"