The miracle happened afterwards, when I was walking down the street running my hands through my salon styled hair, black scarf and big grey sweater making me confident à la 60s french film star (which I still have to consciously convince myself that I am NOT) and I decided to stop into a shoe store. I thought, with a sigh, that maybe it's time for me to look for a practica shoe. I started looking for flexible little flat sneakers that I could stand to wear on a dance floor.
I found these instead.
Gaga, oh la la...