I needed some wandering-around time after work today, before I caught the subway home, and was quickly reminded why working nowhere near a shoe store has been a good idea. Maybe if I think of it as a shoe museum, where I can try on the art, I’ll be less tempted to buy. Nah.
What I was tempted to buy, and might still if tomorrow’s callback goes well:
Hot, right? I have so many suits these would go with. And so many dresses I could buy, too. Just thinking of the coordinating and shopping possibilities stiffens my resolve to blow them away. As if unemployment weren’t enough motivation.
These, however, I won’t buy, no matter what– but I had to try them on:
I couldn’t even stand up in them, but how often do I see something like these in a size 9 1/2? (And no, I’m not 6’5″, I just have big feet.) I had to try them on. I briefly entertained thoughts of gold or copper lame boleros and black satin tank dresses (the BH has got to be cringing as he reads this), but I don’t have anyplace to wear something so outrageous. Or would I? Ok… I’ll make a deal– if all goes well and I get the job, I will buy them to go for my very first karaoke during BlogHer in July if one of you will go to karaoke with me!