just for kicks
you will never believe how many pairs of shoes richer i am now than i was four hours ago. i can barely believe it. o, the times i’d gone out searching, always alone, for that perfect pair of knee high black boots… to no avail. the perfect pair of knee high black boots, i had almost come to realize, was a phantom that existed only on the legs of film professors.
then i remembered the secret: bring your mother with you shopping, and if possible your aunt.
the gates of heaven (montgomery mall) swung wide to the three of us, curly haired ladies in blue jeans and ski jackets. angels (store employees) showered us with shoes. in one place, we got — and by “we” i mean “i i i” — not one but TWO pairs of knee high black books for $75 total.
the nordstrom angels, my personal favorites, tossed in a really cute pair of red steve maddens, also cheap, just for kicks.
the next time you see me, consequently, you have to compliment me on my shoes. as i’ve virtually doubled my collection, you have an excellent likelihood of catching me in a compliment-worthy new pair.