Why, Oh Why! Why can't Mr. Pierre Hardy create the ugliest shoes on earth and spare me the agony of lusting over his pieces of art? Why can't I stretch my feet a size or two when the only pair of shoes I really want is sold out in my size everywhere (drama, I know!)! If it wasn't for an annoying something called "common sense", I could have easily spent my entire monthly savings on not one, nor two, but 4 pairs of Pierre heaven. heart heart!