MFP and I met a friend at Northpark again last night. We parked by Macy's so we entered the mall through the store and as we entered the store I inhaled deeply. I couldn't help but think: I love the smell of Macy's in the evening. I do love the way department stores smell, as well as shoe stores. I am most attached to my sense of smell because I tend to really love certain smells. Is it weird that I pick up and smell new shoes?
We met our friend Jen and her very smart son Braden. Braden is the one that yells "NO CROCS!" and tries to run away from them. Braden was allowed to pick out clothes for his build a bear and he went straight for the fabulous shoes; unfortunately, as we were walking around the mall he lost one of the shoes. What were we to do? We looked for it but couldn't find it; we did the only thing smart shoe people can do: we bought another pair. Whew, that was a close one!
Even teddy bears need fabulous shoes.
Today's favorite shoe:
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
As Suz, MFP and I were walking down Rush street in Chicago on Monday Suz and I spied something shining in the distance. It looked like an ethereal beacon akin to what was described in Arthurian legend. Was it a grail of some sort? Indeed it was. The glow in the sky, the otherworldly shimmer, the unmistakable pull toward it, it all signified one thing: Nordstrom's shoe department.
We were walking through the rain to have dinner here because we wanted to have "steaks as big as our heads." (Suz) Imagine our delight when we spotted Norstrom's almost right across the street from the restaurant. Imagine our dismay when we realized we did not have time for both our reservation and a quick jaunt into the shoe department. This is how you will now know what magnanimous people we truly are: we opted for food because we knew MFP was hungry. Yes, we should be sainted, clearly. We put the needs of the man ahead of our own needs and we sucked it up for filets and twice baked potatoes. Oh, and wine.
Alas, Suz is back in New York and I am back in Dallas. Our brief idle in Chicago was just that, all too brief. We saw some fabulous shoes and were able to taunt people who love Crocs with some fabulous t-shirts but we were not able to go shopping together. We will live another day, fight another fight, just to be able to someday buy shoes together as god intended.
Chicago is for shoe lovers.
Today's favorite shoe:
Donald J. Pliner "Anu"
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Last week Bill O'Reilly called women and their shoe habits "ridiculous." I would like to address this assertion and argue the ridiculousness of his ridiculous statement.
Yes, women have more shoes than men, typically. Yes, women pay more for shoes than men. Yes, we have a wider variety of shoes than men. My question is: so? I would like to point out to Mr. O'Reilly that while he may find the shopping habits of many of the planet's women ridiculous, many of the planet's women find him equally ridiculous. Most of us learn at a relatively early age that if a man needs to bluster and blow to get his point across he probably has a small penis. Are you intimidated by our fabulous shoes because you know they could so effectively kick you in the small penis region, Mr. O'Reilly?
Look at it this way: Will shoes ever tell you they want to run a falafel all over your body? No. Will shoes ever lie about their party affiliation? No. Will shoes ever turn red in the face and do a good rendition of "Satan trying to speak to us from the other side through Bill O'Reilly"? No.
You don't get it, Mr. O'Reilly? Yeah, we know.
Today's Favorite Shoe:
Oscar de la Renta
Thursday, October 05, 2006
There is a crispness in the air that can mean only one thing: it's time to break out the boots! I was walking through Dillards the other day in my favorite boots on the first cool day in Dallas this fall. (the weather has gone back to hot, unfortunately) As I was passing the new fall sweaters a saleslady commented on my fabulous boots and told me she was so excited to be able to wear boots again. She said that her two favorite kinds of shoes are sandals and boots; I commented that those were my two favorite shoes, too. Isn't it fun when you meet a kindred shoe spirit? She somehow knew on first glance that she could talk to me about shoes. Smart lady.
Do you buy a new pair of boots every year? I do. I know this isn't remarkable since I buy new shoes every season, but it seems so much more of an occasion when I buy new boots. Maybe it is because boots are substantial and make us feel like dominatrixes in fabulous footwear. Or, maybe it is just the changing of the season from sun kissed sandals frolicking in the sand to sophisticated boots walking through the fallen leaves. Oh hell, I don't know. Whatever it is, I love buying new fall boots.
Yes, yes, I know... I love buying all new shoes.
Today's favorite shoe:
Kenneth Cole "Milkshake"