My First Pair of Designer Shoes

Wednesday night I had agreed to be a "class host" for a Wesleyan function downtown. It was to be a small reception for Boston-area alums from the classes of 1978 through 1985. I didn't exactly volunteer, but as I've mentioned before, my arm is easily twisted. It was at a fabulous brownstone in the South End, and pretty much everyone was coming straight from work, plus me in my minivan coming in from the 'burbs. So...of course I had a mean case of Attire Panic! J. Jill to the rescue as usual; my normal 5% discount for using my J. Jill card was by chance tripled to 15% thanks to a special promotion, and I also had a $25 coupon. So that was a no-brainer. But what about shoes? I own only black shoes, and this outfit was dark brown and pink. I didn't have time to go to the Barn, so I went to Filene's and bought an OK pair of brown Anne Klein sandals. Not great, and a little higher heel than I like, but manageable. Then, I did something I'd never done before. I went into Kenneth Cole. Now I know how the other half lives! (And, believe me, in this town it's probably more than half.) Four people waited on me! They loved me! They flattered me! They practically wined and dined me. They made me buy two pairs of shoes; thankfully Andy hated the more expensive pair (which I was unsure of as well, because of the "toe cleavage"—a look I can't stand), so they will be returned, along with the Anne Klein's, next week. They made me hold bags and wear coats; we laughed; we shmoozed. I ate it up! And isn't that the cutest shoe in the world?

Comments

[Lora]

Simply gorgeous.

[pam]

The Manolo, he thinks these shoes are super-fabulous! (Or whatever it is he says.)

I don't understand the toe cleavage phenom. Bleah.