Joanne asked me if I owned Jimmy Choos. As if! My last title was in reference to the Shontelle song, T-Shirt, which I L.O.V.E.
nothing feels right when im not with you,
sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos.
taking them off cause i feel a fool,
trying to dress up when im missing you
ima step out of this lingerie,
curl up in a ball with something Hanes.
in bed i lay,
with nothing but your T-shirt on.
In my post, I guess what I was refering to was the simplicity of the t-shirt, the letting go of the facade: let me just sit here (in my case) in my VS velour sweats and my Jack's Mom sweatshirt, and be true to me...
I tried on some Jimmy Choos once. In Vegas. Probably more than half drunk. I pulled Shawnie into the store saying that I just wanted to know what it felt like to have them on my feet for a minute. I picked out the most fabulous Carrie Bradshaw pair I could find, and had the salesguy slip them onto my perfectly pedicured feet (I was on vacation) and then I stood up to admire them in the mirror, as if I were Cinderella herself.
They felt like shoes, pretty much. I mean, nice shoes, yeah, and adorable, but $650 goes a long way in Las Vegas, even if you're barefoot. I have nothing against expensive shoes, I really don't. For my birthday, John got me my first pair of Ed Hardy's (I'm such a trend junkie). I was coveting the sneakers, but he got me the flip-flops, and I have to say, I wear them every day. They are my favorite shoes ever. Sure, they were more than 2-for-$8 in the Safeway checkout line, but they weren't equal to a car payment, either.
But I don't begrudge anyone who wants to spend their money in that way. Someday, maybe even I will. Like if I stumble into the Cash Cab and win a thousand bucks out of the blue, maybe I'll race into the first Choo or Blahnik boutique and blow it all on one, glorious, delicious box of feet candy.