Dries Van Noten Shoes...again

I mentioned earlier that I'm a firm adherent of Feng Shui. The cornerstone of said philosophy involves shedding the old to make room for the new. That newness comes in the shape of a pair of Dries Van Noten heels. Granted, I may have been somewhat premature in enforcing the 'new' in my closet without having yet shed the 'old', but this is more than just a pair of shoes - it's an act of God -  and God my friends, likes to shop! Let me explain. In 2010, I bought a pair of pump-my-heart-I'm-about-to-faint Dries Van Noten ponyskin shoes in Smock's winter sale. I was lucky to have nabbed the last pair in my size-ish (I convinced myself I was a 7.5); unluckily however that I never bought the matte gold pair which I had my eye on as someone pipped me to the retail post. I mourned for the loss of these shoes; not least because it is a rarity to find a UK size 8 (shoes are bought in batches with usually about one size 8 per style). That said, I wore my ponyskin puppies to death and still do. So when I saw these bad boys at an absolutle knock-down end-of-sale price in a size 8, it was like hearing angels sing. There was a curious incident whereby in a fit of fanaticism, I licked the shoe before trying it on, but hey, that's another therapy session. I thought I'd share given that this was indeed a rare guilt-free indulgence. Everything else gets hidden in the back of my closet...