Say that to almost any female of a certain age, and immediately she'll conjure images of party shoes, of shiny church shoes with a neat little strap over their arch, and ruffly socks. Pretty. Shiny. Special. Patent leather, people.
They're high - a solid 3" at least, and let me tell you, at nigh on six feet I really don't need the extra inches (ba dum dum), but it sure is fun. A platform toe, a nice line to the heel... we're talking a really beautiful shoe. For bonus points, there is (I kid you not) Nike Air technology in the heel which may or may not make me want to bust out in a jog on the way into church.
Some of my most faithful readers may remember the long-ago posts about my quest for the perfect black shoe (Part I here, and Part II here). What most of you won't know is that the search has continued for two long years. Two years, people!
I finally broke down & made the commitment this week. I hear you fashionistas out there sucking your teeth and thinking 'Really? TWO YEARS to come up with these?' Let's just say I don't enter into a shoe purchase lightly or unadvisedly.
Finally, order is restored to the Universe, and NilsenLife can continue its little orbit. Kirsten's got herself a new pair of shoes.