Shoe Karma, Part Deux
I’m on a roll. First I manage to resist buying shoes that my friend spotted first. Now I’ve gone above and beyond. In the middle of some power shopping during the pre-sell for Last Call at Neiman’s — let’s just say we hit two stores in New Jersey and managed to spend all the daylight hours of a beautiful spring-like day either in a mall or in a car — I did a good deed. As I was grabbing here, there, everywhere, I saw a shoe that a friend of mine had mentioned to me at brunch a few weeks before: She’d described it as the holy grail of Louboutins, a “dragon shoe” of exquisite proportions, and she’d bemoaned the fact that she had passed on buying them when she saw them in the fall. Surely, she said, they were long gone.
But there they were, against the odds — the winter Last Call sale always rocks on the East Coast because they consolidate here — and I recognized them instantly. Four inch heel; cranberry and teal suede with gold fins and eyes. Turns out they’re not actually dragons but fish (close enough) and they have the lovely name Pesce.
I confess I did try them on. Oh so tempting. But what did I do? I emailed my friend immediately (seriously, how much has the BlackBerry improved shopping?) with the subject line “I’m crazy I know.”
Not crazy really. Just dedicated. I aim to please. Remember that cheesy TV drama from the ’80s, Finder of Lost Loves (R.I.P. Tony Franciosa), that pre-Internet, fictional version of Craig’s List’s “Missed Connections”? Yeah that’s me. Providing the shoe hook-up.
So this “sole sister” (as my appreciative friend dubbed me) got together a girl and her dream shoes at 65% off. And did I mention that there’s no sales tax on shoes in New Jersey?
I am so, so due!
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