Oh those red lacquered soles of my dreams (Pantone 18-1663 TPX if anyone is keeping track). As a shoe gal, I’ve worshiped from afar and lusted after a pair of those stiletto shoes, imagining the prowess and presence they would give to me. But I’ve never had the bravado to waltz into a store, select a Louboutin and ask the shop gal for one in my size.
Because in Vegas, no one knows if you’ve just hit the jackpot and really DO have $1,000 burning a hole in your pocketbook, yearning to be traded for a pair of those magical, fairy tale shoes.
I wasn’t permitted to take a photo in the store. The security guard in the photo was not a gentleman with whom to be trifled.
(Apologies for the quality of this photo. It was actually quite dark in the forum shops and I had to stand back from the shop.)
And you know, there’s no point waxing poetic after a pair of shoes only to find they’re pinch-y. Or make your feet look fat/stubby/wide.
Head held high with the knowledge I had the means to pay for them in full and in cash (I do have a degree in theatre, after all), I selected a pair to try on.
You never forget your first time.
I tried these beauties on…
And these ones…
Because my feet are (sniff) too wide. They give me foot muffin top.
I am devastated.