Hello, Wednesday. Are you there, G-d? It's me, the patent Valentino naked
hued number in the photo. I've got a sassy bow and a neutral palette that is
pure perfection and well worth writing about. I'm holding the writer of this
bloggy thingy in contempt until she buys me, oh and my other half as well-
can't very well just have one of me, can she? I don't see the point...
a wool crepe cropped pant with a fitted, longish white button down an a
boucle long Chanel jacket. I look super gorgeous with a long sleeved black
dress, curvy and sleek and to the knee, in wool-very Joan from Mad Men, if
Joan was around to wear me today, non? You shoe agnostics out there think I
may look a bit fussy and prissy, but in person I am wickedly clever and just
so near perfect. I would look over the moon with the a classic trench, bare
legged of course and ready for, well, anything. I can also see me with
something hot, hot pink and silken. I'm not sure where the maven is, but there's talk of her taking her in laws
to Palm Beach today. In the meantime, and while I have your attention, you
should probably hightail it to Nordstrom and buy another pair of me's (My
left half and I are reserved for the maven). To keep you occupied until this
blog chick returns, I'll leave you with a link- be sure to wipe the drool
off of your mouth. It's not a good look when your shoes as fabulous as
fabulous gets. I also can picture me, just me and my lefty, on your feet
with a fur blanket wrapped around you and not much more- for a little New
Year's prezzie for your beloved. Just a thought... Cause that's what's up this anthropomorphic shoe of a Thursday in the MIA.
Don't you just love me? XOXO http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3139049?origin=keywordsearch&resultback=0