One day you get up in the morning, you go out shopping and you pick a wedged shoe. I say 'pick' - shoe hunt would be more appropriate a term really, if you trek your butt to every Mango in London to find said shoe in the summer sale after noticing uncanny resemblance with a Celine fall offering. You wear wedge shoe. A lot. You take wedge shoe to fashion week with you. You go on to find that the Cut also thinks aforementioned wedged shoe is statement worthy - so much so in fact that shoe gets its very own cyber-hour of glory. You then watch live stream of much anticipated Burberry Prorsum show (not being cool enough to feature on the guest list could never deter oneself from being glued to screen). You discover that the man himself, Christopher Bailey, envisions the white wedge shoe (albeit peep-toe) as this coming spring's hit, instantly dubbing it most covetable footwear to be come March (more about that metallic rainbow peacock parade finale soon). You stare happily at shoe tidied away on shoe shelf, and can't help giving yourself a small pat on the back for finding it in the sale. Summer, Fall and Summer again. My friend, you have a long life ahead of you.