But I'm afraid she did.
It's actually a funny (?) story how they came into my life.
I've been eyeing them from afar for some time (not really, I tried them on the very moment I saw them), but then one lovely evening in the city, Mr. Shoe broke his leg (translation: my fucking heel broke) so I had to hurry to the nearby H&M. I made it in the last minutes before closing and there they were, waiting for me on the lonely shelf, the last pair in my size. We were meant to be, me and the Hoofs. At least they don't have "legs" to break.