(manolo blahnik 'dale')
admiring gorgeous nude patent leather 5" high heels i think of all the outfits i don't have that i could wear them with - come to think of it, i don't even own tude heels, only taupe. tragedy. i also imagine myself much taller and a bit thinner walking down madison avenue in them. this daydream is far more glamorous than what i am actually doing; schelping through madison ave slush in tretorns. i will probably never have these shoes - but they, along with the potential lifestyle, seem to consume my thoughts for the duration of my walk home from retail nightmare (a.k.a. current job)
along with these fabulous shoes i also find myself thinking of ones not so fabulous that i do have; flip flops. now i am in my flip flops on a farm in maine. (preferably a maple syrup farm, which would require harvesting in colder temperatures and therefor flip flops would not be appropriate, but these are what i imagine)
so which do i prefer: maple syrup or patent leather heels...
or, perhaps the better question - how does one make patent leather heels work on a maple syrup farm?
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