A FB friend from high school posted she was doing mani/pedis and shoe shopping with her mom. Later on, she posted she bought three pairs of sunglasses for the price of one and one pair of shoes. I would have preferred the other way around!
I told her I was monogamous with my Chanel sunglasses but with shoes, I play the field. Although I live in sunny L.A., I have always been dedicated to one pair of expensive shades. Predating Blackberry and i Phone, I once left a sexy pair of Laura Biagotti's at the public phone at Kate Mantilini in Beverly Hills. This set me back $300 and a measure of personal pain. At one time, in NY, I did flirt with two pair of trendy Alain Mikli cat eyes which I turned into regular glasses. Very eighties. In college, I sported gold Vuarnets with that pink loop around my neck.
My obsession with Chanel started many years ago. I knew the time was right to purchase my stunning black Chanel shades which I will never give up. Till death do us part.
Shoes, however, are a completely different story. See, I am a shoe word that rhymes with door. (My 13 year old daughter is a follower of this blog so I will keep this rated PG!) The more, the merrier. If a pair of sexy and preferably expensive shoes so much as winks at me, I am off and running. I am not the kind of girl to wear the same pair of shoes each day, despite the name of this column. I am a footwear flirt.
Today, I made a quick pit stop into Nordstrom's Rack, just to check out the scene. Much like a cougar scans the crowd at the local watering hole, I was drawn to the shoe rack in my size. Wow! Jimmy, Manolo, and Christian all awaited in my size! I resisted temptation but had a brief thought. Finding a pair of uber designer shoes at a discount outlet can be somewhat orgasmic. Scratch that. From what I recall, perhaps better than word that rhymes with Tex....
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