at work there is this girl caroline, a kind of short katherine heigl who lives in chanel. the woman's wardrobe is ridiculous; it helps that her mom is a buyer at saks. anyways, this woman is traipsing around work in her chanel and gucci outfits which go almost completely wasted on the dockers and eddie bauer crowd in round rock. fortunately, i get to live vacariously through her and her fabulous outfits.
she texts me one day: "neiman is having a ridiculous sale on shoes!" for some reason i didn't have the kids that day and my car magically drove itself to the arboretum neiman. caroline has already bought three pairs of shoes - "they're 50% off and then ANOTHER 50% off!", including a pair of leopard print prada pumps. caught up in shoe euphoria, i agree to buy my first pair of pradas, still overpriced, but somehow justifiable. they are a pair fo sensible kitten heels, very practical, so that i can still get a good PPW (price per wear). i leave ecstatic.
last weekend we had a spate of holiday parties - what better time to wear my new pradas?! so off i go traipsing to a co-workers party. it's my first time going to her house, and i know there will be some work people there. it turns out to be one of our more disasterous party outings, but more on that later. the hostess went all out with the preparations, including gender specified scavenger hunts (lip balm clue for the girls, fighter figure for the boys). the thing is, all the scavenger hunt clues are located in their foresty backyard. not foresty like tall trees, but foresty like lots of brush, low-hanging branches and young trees that are under 10 ft tall. tucker's in the house without socks or shoes (again, more on that later), so i have no choice but to help cal out with the hunt. what was i supposed to do? say "hey kiddo, you're on your own traipsing through a sloping, rocky, brush-ridden back yard looking for candy canes on ornaments on branches. i'll be standing here on the sidelines."
suffice it to say, we complete the scavenger hunt and my kitten heels are ruined. i am distraught, but what can i say? pull a carrie and demand that that hostess pay me to replace my shoes?
i haven't taken them to the shoe repair place yet. i don't have the heart for the guy to tell me "nothing i can do; these are ruined." that's what i get for getting cocky and buying a pair of fancy shoes. :-(
Tragedy shoe pix please!
Posted by: srkeeler | Sunday, 21 December 2008 at 04:33 PM
Are you kidding? You deserve them! Now go get them fixed!
Posted by: amber | Monday, 22 December 2008 at 07:23 AM
Poor little dirty kitten heels. Do get them cleaned pronto! You're a good mommy, btw.
Posted by: Kelly R. | Monday, 29 December 2008 at 10:14 PM
You really saved my skin with this ifnromtaion. Thanks!
Posted by: Christy | Sunday, 18 December 2011 at 02:20 AM