Mad Props...

I Wanna Take a Minute or Two to Give Much Respect Due...

You know how sometimes you read this blog and ask, "Why can't I write like that?" (Just nod and smile... make a sista feel good.) Well, I had that exact thought today while reading Cintra Wilson's "Open -Toed Fetishes" in the Critical Shopper section of the New York Times. In it, she describes a recent trek to the Louboutin outbost on Manhattan's upper east side. (She pretty much had me at "Fetish") What got me, though, was the way she described said shoe 'sperience so hilariously that i could have sworn it was an episode of some sitcom. One of my favorite parts was her telling of a fellow shopper's shoe triumph:

"Suddenly, a miracle: Lil’ Tesla, whose stature could best be described as compact and sturdy, had successfully donned a variation on the unattainable Nude. Shazam! Her legs looked instantly toned, tanned, considerably longer and gleaming as if illuminated by flashbulbs.

I suddenly understood why everyone in the shop was so miserable. I was blind; now I seethed."

If you get a chance, check it out. If the words don't get to you, the photos of Christian's shoe confections will. Plus... it's always cool when you can start a sentence with, "I was reading the Times yesterday, and..."

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might... ( I Will one day, When My Pockets Get Right!)

Let's pretend I won the lottery, had a visit from my fairy godparent (he or she's out there somewhere, I just know it) or found some other way into a whole lotta chedda. If said fantasy were to come true, please believe a MAJOR shopping spree would be very close to the top of my to-do list. 'Til that happens, let's play a little game of "that's my shoe"

Rope-A-Dope

I don't know about you, but gray skies make me blue. These gray Missoni boots, however... well, they make me a little blue, too, because I'm madly in love with them. However, at $2080, they're about as accessible as Djimon Honsou right now. Still, I'm picturing them with a really cute shift dress, a slouchy cardigan and some opaque tights. Gray skies always clear up, but owning these boots would really make me put on a happy face! Now, be a dear and make a donation to the StyleScrybe Needs New 'Ssoni Boots Fund, or you can let your fingers do the walking to Net-a-Porter and cop 'em for me. Please? Ok, fine. Don't. I love you anyway.