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Double the fun.
Salt's first Bite into Cole Haan |
Walking down Fifth avenue, somewhere near Rockefeller Center, Cole Haan's window display shuts me up from my mindless gab. I'd forgotten what it was I was blabbering to my mom about, but what I was sure of was how I swooned after seeing these killer kicks on the store's display.
The usual suede wingtips in cool, cool neutrals had some unexpected (yet, expected in our times and styles), solid dips of color for soles: yellow, red, blue, the works and with its ribbed design, it kind of reminded me of one of the reasons why I'm having this sporty, athletic phase (again). I knew I had the money to get me that gray suede and yellow one, I knew it. But since I was too afraid to lose money when I get back here in Manila, plus I had so much more stuff to buy, I had to give it up. And just like all recipes for regret would teach you, I told myself I should've gotten the courage and the devil-may-care to just get them and save the "what if's" for later. Now, I am in regret and feeling it without style.