I bought these shoes back in the spring of 2007 while on a school trip to New York City. They were only ten dollars, and at the time I was practically incapable of passing up anything that cost that much or less. I also though that they looked like they could have belonged to Marie Antoinette (or a kitschier, ie ever cooler, version of her), which further sealed the deal.
In the time four years since purchasing them, I had worn these shoes approximately one time.
I held onto them because they were beautiful, and because maybe, just maybe, someday I would have a need for bedazzled, ill-fitting, French Court kitten heels.
Finally, yesterday, I let them go; I donated them in their original box (baby pink with hearts) and only hope that someone else will see in them what I did.