What dreams are made of...

Planning a trip to Paris in the fall, I was doing a little pre-trip research when it occurred to me to browse for what will become my first pair of Repetto shoes.  Being an avid lover of ballet flats (which some think strange since the bane of my existence is being somewhat vertically challenged), I've tried on and own several different types of slippers, but secretly held out on the the original. Maybe it was just old fashioned sentimentality, but I always knew that my first Repetto experience had to occur at 22 rue de la Paix.

Alas, I downloaded the catalog and fell in love with not only the visually beautiful website, but the entire collection.  Oh, I own many many pairs of beloved platforms and sky high heels, but I have had a life long running affair for the ever elegant style of the ballerina. Perhaps in another life I will come back as a statuesque prima ballerina, but until then I will have to indulge with my avid love of buns, black tights, and delicate wrap sweaters.