Today I am LOVING . . . Amanda Seyfried's Shoes
OK, I'm not a fashionista or anything, but I can't stop staring at the shoes Amanda Seyfried is wearing on the cover of this Month's InStyle. Now, as a woman who sits at her desk all day for work, hits the gym in a pair of year-old Rykas each morning, and spends weekends chasing around two little boys in a muddy backyard, I have exactly no use for six-inch high silver pumps (although it would be cool to be six-foot-three for a day). Also, they're Jimmy Choo's, which puts them WAY out of my price range, considering I WOULD like to send my kids to college one day.
But still, I can't stop staring. I've always wanted to stride into some super high-end store and buy myself a pair of ridiculously expensive designer shoes. I blame Carrie Bradshaw for this. Or the fact that until I was about twenty-five I was afraid to walk into even an overly fancy Fifth Avenue Banana Republic on my own. In the back of my mind I thought that all the beautiful, impeccably dressed sales people were going to see my fifth grade self walking through the door--the one in pink tube socks and two-sizes too short purple corduroys and stringy hair. (My parents could never keep up with my growth spurts and we didn't have enough money for me to keep up with the proverbial Joneses at my middle school. And my super-fine, straight, flat hair? That's always been an issue.)
In order to one day achieve this goal, I started saving quarters in an old milk bottle that had been left on the Editorial Assistant's desk at my first job by the guy who preceded me at said desk, Mike Fitzgerald. I think it's kind of poetic that I'm saving for my first fabulous shoes in a vessel I inherited at my first not-so-fabulous NYC job (the dollar bills are a donation from my lovely husband). Once it's full, I'm going to cash it in and see how close to my goal I've gotten.
My guess is I'm going to have to fill the sucker another five to eight times before I can afford a pair of Louboutins, but I WILL succeed. Even if I'm 60 years old and tottering around with swollen ankles, I'm gonna buy those shoes, and not even the super-fabulous sneering salespeople are going to stop me!