I am serious, and don't call me shoe-rly
Is there any greater feeling of euphoria than finding the perfect pair of shoes that you've been dreaming about and searching for months and months? And they're insanely comfortable? And you find them at....TJ Maxx?
It's unheard of. I know. It's the brass ring of shoe finds. I mean, cute shoes are, practically by definition, so uncomfortable that Chinese foot-binding sounds like a delightful alternative. Can I get an amen from my sisters? And while no one, and I mean NO ONE loves the TJ's more than me, it's not usually the place to go when you have something specific in mind. You go there to dig and rifle through the racks and discover random and unexpected fabulousness, as everything is pretty picked over.
So there, between the towering shelves, I saw them. They were so perfect just sitting there I gasped. Then...I kicked off my flip flops and slid them on. Then I gasped again. They're Liz Claiborne Flex Mary-Jane Wedges in black. They perfectly conform to the funky Gilmore Girl/Librarian style I've decided will be my personal style goal. I'm all about below the knee skirts, sweater sets, crazy wild tights (I picked up some Donna Karan paisley ones today) and hot knee boots or mary-jane or t-strap wedges.
Just the other night I ordered these from Zappos. If you are not aquainted with the Zappos, then you need to remedy that sitch. It's free shipping BOTH ways, so if you get them and they don't fit send them back for FREE. There's no risk involved, plus people who bought the shoes write reviews of them and how they fit/ feel. It's so fabulous I can't even stand it.
So, I'm feeling good. Despite the fact that right after I found THE SHOES, I went to the grocery store and while trying to get in to a sampler display of smoked turkey cubes, I knocked the dome lid off and spilled toothpicks EVERYWHERE. It was mortifying. No, I didn't even taste the turkey. I ran away. Well, I walked really fast away, actually. If you run away, people know you did something wrong.
I put the shoes on as soon as I got home. I'm still wearing them.
Love. These. Shoes.
Can you blame me?
It's unheard of. I know. It's the brass ring of shoe finds. I mean, cute shoes are, practically by definition, so uncomfortable that Chinese foot-binding sounds like a delightful alternative. Can I get an amen from my sisters? And while no one, and I mean NO ONE loves the TJ's more than me, it's not usually the place to go when you have something specific in mind. You go there to dig and rifle through the racks and discover random and unexpected fabulousness, as everything is pretty picked over.
So there, between the towering shelves, I saw them. They were so perfect just sitting there I gasped. Then...I kicked off my flip flops and slid them on. Then I gasped again. They're Liz Claiborne Flex Mary-Jane Wedges in black. They perfectly conform to the funky Gilmore Girl/Librarian style I've decided will be my personal style goal. I'm all about below the knee skirts, sweater sets, crazy wild tights (I picked up some Donna Karan paisley ones today) and hot knee boots or mary-jane or t-strap wedges.
Just the other night I ordered these from Zappos. If you are not aquainted with the Zappos, then you need to remedy that sitch. It's free shipping BOTH ways, so if you get them and they don't fit send them back for FREE. There's no risk involved, plus people who bought the shoes write reviews of them and how they fit/ feel. It's so fabulous I can't even stand it.
So, I'm feeling good. Despite the fact that right after I found THE SHOES, I went to the grocery store and while trying to get in to a sampler display of smoked turkey cubes, I knocked the dome lid off and spilled toothpicks EVERYWHERE. It was mortifying. No, I didn't even taste the turkey. I ran away. Well, I walked really fast away, actually. If you run away, people know you did something wrong.
I put the shoes on as soon as I got home. I'm still wearing them.
Love. These. Shoes.
Can you blame me?
posted by Connoisseur of Human Folly | 5:00 PM
1 Comments:
Amen!
Those shoes are truly hot. I wish I could walk around comfortably in shoes that high, but happily, kitten heels are back!
And I have a pair of LC flex - slides? mules? What are we calling the shoes that have a closed toe, low heel, and no back?
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