Just Like a Circus

Yesterday I went shopping with my friend Mari- she's holding a Cirque de Soleil graduation at the Broadway Milk Bar in Denver, and we browsed through Nieman's, Saks, Nordstrom, and other little boutiques in our Cherry Creek Mall. We have these mental costume ideas of a ballerina on acid, or a neon bareback rider, when we stumble upon some gorgeous Stuart Weitzman Dorothy shoes at Nordstrom. Mari started drooling, and I became distracted by a pair of wooden Marni platform heels. And hey- Why not try them on? They were a little too tall and a little to small, but nothing i hadn't dealt with before. And then we went to Saks. And then i fell in love. There is something to be said about Chanel- some people think it's overrated, some people buy the fake handbags and pretend to be the real deal, and some people covet the tiny little details that someone has put their time and effort into perfecting. There they were-a pair of shoes that would have made my Great Nana cry. A pair of sparkly dark maroon platform pumps with a silver stacked heel and a cutout toe. aka, perfection. I had to try them on. And instead of glancing at the price tag, I merely relished the feeling of patent leather hand made shoes, and tried to ignore the saleswoman's sticky smile of someone about to make a sale. Think again. Even though these shoes had made my day, I wasn't about to run back with a chunk of my savings account to buy them. A girl can still have fun- especially if the shoe fits.