My Other Life

Friday: Louboutin espadrilles

I lead a double life — at least that’s what a glimpse into my closet would tell you. I confess that I’ve accumulated a whole wardrobe of limousine heels, red-carpet gowns and kaftans for Marrakesh. (My sister also has a fantasy wardrobe — cashmere and fur, in L.A. — but that’s another story.) For every sensible Carolyne slingback, there’s a four-inch jeweled silver stilettos from Manolo. (My crocodile Pradas are taxi shoes; these are limo shoes.) And for every Dolce little black dress, there’s a floor-length, mesh-covered Lainey tube dress. I have no idea where I’d wear most of these items, but in the store I gazed at them longingly and knew I had to have them. In some cases they were on sale — just too good to pass up. On other, thankfully rarer occasions — in those depression shopping moments, or perhaps manic shopping moments — I didn’t even have that “but it’s 70% off… $5,000!” excuse. Shame, shame on me.

Some days I visit my fabulous life in my closet. I’ll pull out these exquisite items and parade around the apartment in them — sometimes all at once, for glamour overkill. Then I wrap them back up in tissue paper and put them away, for another day, another life. Hope springs eternal: Oh, the places they’ll go!

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