I come from a long line of tall ladies. Well, a couple great grandmothers on my mom's side were short of 5 feet, but my Grandma Vi stretched to about 5'5" and had two daughters who were at least 6 feet (my mom always said she was 5'11 3/4"...odd because she was taller than my 6' dad). When I was a girl, probably about 7 or 8, mom and auntie took me shoe shopping (they always did this...had to, because I grew out of all my shoes so quickly). There I relished how my dainty size 6 or 7 foot was nothing like the skis on either of them. Being so young, I actually brought this up (but also to underscore the lack of struggle I faced in finding shoes, unlike them with their size 11.5s and 12s). My aunt laughed uproariously, "Just you watch. Your feet will be this size in no time!" I immediately wept and sobbed. Mom and auntie got into a fight. "Why would you tell her something like that?!?!," my mom yelled. "Because it's her fate!" Well, it was. I was 5'9" by 5th grade with feet to match (5'11" by 7th). So, yesterday, after lunch at 21, I strolled up to Bergdorf's to see the new, incredible holiday windows (more to come on that front) and figured I'd pop in for my usual look-don't-consider trip through the shoe department. But then I was greeted with two of the world's greatest surprises: A 40% off sale before Christmas...and a big rack of size 12s! For me it was like walking up to a haystack to find a little bowl of needles all located and set aside. Chanels! Manolos! Gliding on and fitting like gloves (or shoes that actually fit). So, I had to splurge. Got this pair of Guccis, which, for their height, are surprisingly comfy (might have something to do with them actually being my size).