Of all the women’s shoes, none other but the nine west shoes alone have a market combined to that of diesel shoes and the jessica simpson shoes.

After finishing the last of my classes, I started collaborating with a fellow Rollins College graduate on a “Graduation Celebration” outing. We decided on reserving two tables at the very swanky Samba Room (an establishment that is irritatingly stubborn about their group seating policies).

Of course, a special occasion calls for a special outfit. This meant that I needed a samba dress and a samba dress I found. At Bloomingdale’s I bought a red Nicole Miller dress that is so sultry, so sexy, so…samba. Don’t be fooled by the malnutrioned model posing, or rather wilting, in front of a colorless sculpture. The dress is positively stunning when filled out in all the right places.

After my purchase, I faced another dilemma: Where in the world would I find matching samba shoes. I headed to Nordstrom and took two steps into the store before I saw a pair of Betsey Johnson shoes that nearly set my panties on fire. They are, for lack of a better word, divine.

You’re probably shocked that I can afford “designer” clothing but that’s where you’d be wrong. Because I so totally can’t. There’s a reason why my credit card always has a balance. It’s called stupidity.