I am seriously considering buying these incredibly sexy Miu Miu pumps from Net A Porter.
The problem is that the $500 could probably be better spent on something else, like, oh I don't know, paying the rent.
Aside from the fact that I never really go anywhere except for dingy pubs such as the hole and the RSL and my shoes are really wasted on those establishments.
Maybe I should just accept that I'm going to die old, alone and broke with nothing but a collection of designer shoes to keep me warm at night.
Dear God, how I love shoes.
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Learn to accept Ms Bike, learn to accept
Do you know what I like about shoes? They don't talk back and they don't bore you with inane chit-chat.
However, they do tend to bite sometimes, and also throw one off balance at the most inopportune of moments...
When it comes to blaming alcohol or shoes, I blame the shoes.
I've stacked it many times while wearing high heels.
I have a particular pair of 4-inch Jimmy Choos that I now keep in my cupboard for bragging rights only.
They were the black and white ones from a few years ago that had a big flower at the front and an ankle strap.
The few times I did wear them, I managed to fall over every time.
Several times I fell because of that dip in the pool room floor at the hole, just in front of the jukebox.
Yes I do fall over a lot when drunk.
I fell over in thongs on the weekend...
But still, it was the shoes, not the booze.
(ooh, it rhymes - that may well become my new mantra...)
I fell over in thongs on the weekend...
But still, it was the shoes, not the booze.
(ooh, it rhymes - that may well become my new mantra...)
I also tend to repeat myself repeat myself quite a lot...
yet another by-product of continued and sustained alcohol abuse.
I am known for repeating myself a lot too. I forget I've told a particular anecdote a couple of minutes before and launch into it agani.
Those shoes are pretty gorgeous. Which is high praise coming from me, given that horrid patent leather peep toes have been in every shitty shoe shop in Sydney for well over a year. I'm so sick of them.... but those metal heels are so much nicer than those dreadful stripey wooden ones you normally see attached to those shoes.
Oh God yes, the Christian Louboutin knock-off stripper shoes. God I hate those shoes.
The only Christian Louboutins I like are the Pigalles. In fact if they weren't out of stock EVERYWHERE (even online) I would buy them.
http://www.lindsaystyle.com/images/Christian%20Louboutin%20Pigalle%201_small.jpg
I can't stop thinking about these shoes. I think I'm going to have to buy them.
I suspect I may have even been dreaming about them last night.
Yes even my dreams are boring and shallow.
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