they say that you can't judge a book by its cover, and in very much the same way, you can't judge shoes by the way they look before you put your feet in them.

we came across the pair of shoes at maxstudio in paragon, and at first sight, i was afraid of them. as in recoil-in-horror-afraid. mixing a pretty daisy-like motif with animalesque detail seemed, at first glance, like matching a movie about japanese geishas with ethnic chinese actresses and an american director. and we all know what came of that.

so in a move to take the piss, i pulled my husband into the shop and asked to try on the shoes with the scary faux miniscule leopard-printed flowers, sashayed to the mirror, and wouldn't you know it... i stood corrected.

no. seriously.

the shoes blended with the tan and wrapped itself ao nicely around my feet that i was reminded how good high-heeled shoes should feel. engineering genius, i tell you. the last time i was struck by love at first fit of this magnitude was 3 years ago, with a pair of kenneth cole rubber-soled mary janes that defied the laws of physics.

goes to show how little you can count on appearances. these shoes have nothing poking inward that could irritate any part of the feet... no straps snatching bits of flesh between them, labels blistering the heels of your feet, or lopsided heel attachments pushing most of the weight of your body towards the tips of your feet or forcing you to walk like a bull terrier.

I LIKE.