How We Choos to Spend Our Hard-Earned Dough
I entered the “Sex and the City Meghan Cleary” shoe contest tonight. What a great idea! Getting women to talk about their shoes! (Yes, it is a very special relationship.) Here’s my entry:
My most amazing pair of shoes were gorgeous camel boots (do boots count as surgically enhanced shoes?). They were Jimmy Choos and a gift to me for starting a new job. I figured they’d be heirlooms to my daughter if she followed in her mother’s footsteps and stunted all foot growth at size six. These most amazing, most too-young-for-my age back-zippered phenomena were $1,000. Yes, a grand. For shoes. For Choos.
Normally, i never tell my husband how much my shoe collection costs (a Weitzman here, a Jacobs there), but he got suspicious. “Those must be quite some boots,” he commented, trying to pry the pricetag from me. “The delivery guy called and asked if anyone would be home when they arrived.” Damn. Busted.
I offer this confession only to highlight an interesting social media campaign. Otherwise, please keep this information hush-hush. No one needs to know about my addiction. Thank you.
