Dear Tory Burch,

Dear Tory,
I just could not pass up the opportunity to share this story with my readers. The ridiculousness of what I was told today in your Phipps Plaza store is just too good to let go so easily. I moved back to Atlanta recently and have become very aware that I was lacking in the shoe department. Since your flats seem to be the "it" thing these days I decided that I would bite the bullet and purchase a pair. I feel like I need to preface this by saying that I have never spent this much money on a pair of shoes before in my life but seeing as I've been through a rather rough "patch" (2011) in my life, I thought that I deserved a pair. My mom and I hit up the store yesterday and I picked out the pair I wanted. All was right in the world. Until I wore them for longer than 5 minutes. Oh the pain! I wasn't even aware that my toes could throb like that in such a short period of time. I agonized over my decision in size and searched the internet to find out if they would in fact stretch out in time. Ten minutes later it became clear that I would never be able to endure the "in time" part of that last statement. I meticulously dusted off the soles of my new gold shoes, placed them back in the box and decided that it was going to be absolutely necessary to get the next half size bigger.

I arrived back at Phipps by 10:00am (by the way, stores cannot be bothered to open before 10 in the morning?) to exchange my shoes. The same flamboyant male that helped me yesterday was present (really? Isn't one of the perks of working for a place like this to get the discount? TB does not have any male items) and I told him of my predicament. It went a little something like this (or, exactly word for word).....

Me: "These are the most awful shoes I have ever put on in my life".
Him: "Tell me about it"
Me: "I think I need to try on the next size up or else have my big toe removed"
Him: "Probably best if you have your big toe removed, everyone hates these shoes"
Other Female Salesperson chiming in: "Yeah, so and so has those and she hates them too"
Me: "Huh, no mention of that yesterday"?
Him: "Look, this is the deal. These shoes are cute, they are in and they look good, but if you want to wear them, you have to be committed to them"

Me: Silence

Did this guy really just tell me that I have to commit myself to a pair of shoes that I paid an ungodly amount of money for? Should these shoes not be giving me a personal foot massage every time I put them on? Do people seriously endure this pain all for the glory of having a TB on their toe? By the look of things around Atlanta, I'm assuming they do. So, I quietly packed up my beautiful new shoes and left the store. I slipped them on in the car and hobbled to my 10:45am appointment thinking the whole time "I can do this, I can do this, think of the gold emblem". Listen up Tory, I have now committed myself to your damn shoes so don't make me regret it. I want to be telling people by this time next week that these are the most comfortable things I have ever put on my feet and not that they were a very expensive mistake. I have already picked out what pair I want next......