Monday, September 26, 2005
Why yes those are gold sequins on my feet
At my little sister’s pre-school they used to sing a special song every time a kid came in with a new pair of shoes. I applaud this. Not only does it instil music education, but the importance of fashion to the impressionable youth.
Today I feel like singing.
“New shoes, new shoes, Lauren has new shoes. New shoes, new shoes, new shoes Yay!”
Please, join me.
I can’t remember the last time I bought a pair of shoes that did not give me blisters. They are Ked-like in their simplicity and comfort. Capable of keeping up with a busy city girl’s pavement pounding, yet they are stylish enough to accompany me to a day at the office, a cocktail party, or even a pumpkin carving festival.
They are perfect. They are mine.
And the best part was that I went into the shoe store only a few minutes before they closed, and so had four sales people at my beck and call. I traipsed around the store claiming they were like walking on air. I then dramatically looked each of them in the eye and said with a flourish, “I’ll take ‘em!”