Is there any correlation between comfort and dollars paid on a shoe? And does it matter if they're made in the mountains of Italy or an undisclosed location? Anyway...who knew that purchasing a stylish heeled sandal could make me feel like I had arrived at womanhood? Perhaps this is similar to the feeling of reaching biker status after steering a bike by the seat around tourists in the slender walkways across the Ballard Locks. Or amateur photographer status after taking a great night shot. Or poet status after scribbling several unintelligible lines on a napkin. Or tech-geek status after checking email twice at a stoplight. Ah well...I suppose self-definition ends up being fairly meaningless anyway...smile...
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dear accountant: please keep us posted on your dollars per use on those sandals. since i'm sure you considered it.
Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. You may be an accountant by profession but you are first and foremost a woman and now you're a woman with some pretty dazzling footwear! I hope you wear them with everything and stand up straight and just dare anyone to mess with you :-)
What's the brand, by the way? I might need a pair of those because I'm pretty sure I don't have any that color or style and I have some extra spots in my shoe storage thing...
Donald J. Pliner...and yes, you do need a pair :)
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