Shoes, shoes, shoes

What is it, with most women, when it comes to shoes? what happens to us?
I went to buy a belt today, and guess what, I came home with a pair of beautiful black shoes from Blanco. I went in looking for a belt, when suddenly a great light guided me to my sin... I gently took them into my open hands and tried them on;(OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!)beautiful! absolutely beautiful. But at the same time I was thinking: No, I can't buy them, I came in here looking for a belt! So I went to the "Belt side" of the shop (with my shoes, of course, I'm not buying them, but neither am I taking the risk of losing them!), but no belt was right for me; but I knew my shoes were. I looked at them, and I immediately knew we were made for each other...So how could I lie to them saying I didn't like them, turn away, and abandon them??? That's not my style, I rather take care of my beloved ones! So, of course, I bought them. And as I got out of the shop I felt guilty, but as I opened the bag and took a glimpse at them I realized they were absolutely worth it!