Three years ago in intern desperation (you know... feet bleeding in 4 inch heels as you run countless errands all over NYC?) I popped into a store on Broadway to discover the perfect pair of black lace-up sandals. Since than, we've had a loving relationship... but this past week my shoe-repair man told me that my time was up. Now, I've spent the entire week in a frenzy searching for the best possible replacement at a reasonable price and let me tell you people, it aint easy. These bad boys are from Zara and the closest I've found to a worthy opponent of my beloved babies that I wish the shoe-maker could fix just this last time...
