Maturity...via shoes

So after a hellish weekend at work I rewarded myself with new shoes. I was at Target shopping for swimsuits with Fashionista when she found these beautiful ivory pointed toed pumps from their Merona Collection. And I had JUST been talking about how I needed these exact shoes for Easter and formal ceremonies that are all too fastly approaching. So I buy them, duh.

So I take them home and after an hour realize the bizzarly important implications of my decision. These are like, adult shoes. I almost always buy shoes based on how freaking fabulous they are and how great they make my legs look. So they're usually sexy, or patterned and always atleast 4 inches. These are conservative, white, and 2.5 inches. The only other pair of shoes I've bought in the last four years with a 2.5 inch heel is my Stuart Weitzman's, which are sitting in my closet for my wedding. These are not party heels, unless that party's being hosted by a law firm. These are interview heels, meeting heels, good first impression, Sunday brunch at the estate heels. These are nice heels! Sure, they're still from Target, it's not like I shelled out top dollar for them. But they're more mature than what I usually buy, which is what I wanted. I just didn't realize I was growing up when I got them.

My next pair is gonna be 5 inches and hot pink.