Pink Flats

Last week I saw a pair of shoes that I can't shake from my memory bank.  I really should have asked the wearer where they were from, but, being quite private myself, I didn't. 

They were ballet flats, in the prettiest sandy pink, not pink-pink, but a pink that had fallen into a bowl of peaches and came out the better for it.

The leather looked like glove leather: supple yet substantial. 

The bow: of the handsomest grosgrain, and neither frou-frou nor girly.

Of course I cannot locate them, so I am wearing them vicariously.  But if you do see such a pair, do let me know!