One more post as written by Eve...just because I love the description of these shoes:
I'm still staring at my shoes in their paid-retail boxes. They are Steven Luxe, which is the luxury version of Steve Madden. Which means ... supreme quality. I was thinking I'll sleep better if I put them under the covers (in their box) with me. So. Apparently the therapy they are giving me here in retail jail isn't working. I just keep telling the parole board that they are wearing really unattractive shoes, Not. Like. My. Shoes.
Apparently I'm gonna be here awhile.
Or at least til I can go to my shoe guy and have him stretch the shoes at the toe just a smidge so that I will be caused no pain as I break them in.
Ok I'll just admit it.
I bought Barbie's shoes.
THERE. I finally said it!
They are gold and pink and have GLITTER on them! And then the glitter gets all over you. And everyone else. It's like being Barbie AND Tinkerbell, which is all I have ever wanted! I told the SHOE SALESMAN this. And he laughed. Then I think I may have said something like, "I love you shoe guy. Thank you for making my shoe dream come true."
It's all sorta black and then wavy and fuzzy ... I may have fainted? It was like being DRUNK ... on a shoe.
The point is. I have these shoes that I can't even SHOW you because they are so beautiful and so sexy and so amazing and I cannot find a picture of them online. All I know is that ... as I told the Shoe Man ... "Shoe Man, you can't just be all devil may care about these shoes. This is like a shoe that demands a certain ATTITUDE. You know, you gotta really own this shoe. Be ONE with the SHOE. Commit to the SHOE!"
I'm sure he thought I was INSANE.
But people don't care if you are insane if you pay them for the merchandise and you smell good and YOU DON'T HAVE A MOUSTACHE!
Long slow deep breaths. (I'm gonna be fine)
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