

The next morning as I was preparing my morning fix in the form of dark, black coffee diminished only by a drop of creamer, again I thought of the shoes. As my fashion sense tends to be a bit more conservative and classic than the genre of Louboutin's Robot 120s, I just could not come up with a scenario befitting the adorning of such a fab pair. However, I am a shoe fanatic and do treat my shoes as my very own babies or if you will, trophies. I dream of one day having a closet where all my shoes will be encased in a glass display with spot lights gleaming down on each shoe, highlighting all the best angles and unique details. In fact, up until recently I did not own very many basic shoes. You do understand what I mean by basic, right? The classic black pump, strappy black sandal, or low heeled black boot. Instead of a black pump, it was a sling back with a black and white striped heel, a black patent leather toe, with a white matte leather stripe, and a pink grosgrain ribbon courtesy of Beverly Johnson. Rather than opt for the strappy black sandal, I selected a black suede stilleto (the stilleto being red) with a peep toe and a red leather flower via Charles David. You get the picture...I like my shoes, like my cars and my travel locales...exotic. And I realized that somehow these little metallic booties fit the mold. I began to think, well, if I don't have anything to wear with them, I could always just walk around in my apartment in them, sans clothes. And please, don't tell me I'm the only one who does that. Well, by the horrified gasp I think I'm hearing, maybe I am. Hey, don't judge, it makes me feel sexy and we all need to feel good about ourselves, don't we!?! That thought gets the blood flowing, literally (insert devious chuckle) and I start to rethink my earlier dismissal. I make a break for the computer as if I'm at the 10 yard line and the goal is in clear view...don't really know why I did that, as I live alone and it's not as if I had to beat someone to the computer...my mom would probably say it's what she's been saying for most of my life, that I'm a few dots shy of a die.
BTW, I figured it would be a disservice to all fashionistas worldwide to only wear the Louboutins Robot 120s while at home and while probably a ton of fun, a disservice nevertheless, so peep the pic below to see what I came up with. Toodles!
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