shoes and butterflies

I bought a pair of shoes on Sunday.

They are pannacotta coloured, made of the softest kid leather. Flat T-bars, cut low to reveal toe cleavage. And lovingly stitched all around the sole. T-bars with attitude – a lovely attitude which whispers gently: ‘you might not notice how good I look on first glance, or even on the second or third… but even if you don’t ever get it, it hardly matters as your aesthetic remains somewhat questionable. Because I know how well cut I am, and how luxurious I feel, and how fabulous I make my wearer look.’

Which goes without saying, of course, as they’re Chloe shoes.

The butterflies? Well, the shoes were a third of their original cost – a veritable bargain and one I failed dismally at resisting. But I have other pressing financial issues… and well, I guess I’ll just had to shoulder the burden of these shoes… and basically avoid all places offering delectations of the accessorising nature until I sort myself out. But until then, these stomach flutterings will continue.

*sigh* it’s hard being a woman, trying to remain focused on the bigger picture, but with a girlish penchant for bauble-like distractions.