I had a momentary lapse in judgement the other day and it cost me a pretty penny. I had been warned that one slip could be fatal – one taste and I’d be hooked. I didn’t believe it.
I tried on a pair of very expensive shoes — just slipped my foot into the supple leather. No harm in trying, I thought. They were glorious. Funky and yet possibly functional. A statement piece – a little pop of color I could use to doll up my essentially black wardrobe. They were fabulous. Even the sales clerk agreed.
I moseyed around the shop, nonchalantly catching side and front views of the shoes in the reflection of strategically placed mirrors. Every glance, every angle, made me want them more. They were slimming. They were ‘shortening’ (I have large feet – this ‘shortening’ business is important to me).
Alas, even off the sale table these babies cost more than the first used car any of my peers bought back in the day. These shoes would blow the footwear budget for both people in my house for several years.
But oh, they looked good!
I’m generally not an extravagant dresser — I buy my jeans at Costco and the rest of my wardrobe mostly off sale racks in budget stores. Seldom do I tempt myself with the wares of a current season – clothing is simply not tops on my priority list.
This shoe establishment is a favorite haunt of my daughter’s. She loves the brand. She invests in her footwear and she is young enough to have enough years in front of her to warrant the investment. These types of shoes could easily last her a lifetime and go through two or three resurrections in style. She has a career and needs them for work. She has a social life – she needs them for that.
It shouldn’t be hard for me to drum up places to wear these lovely new boots, my husband and I date frequently. I know it’s mid summer, but they came with a nice storage bag — they will be safe enough in my closet until the fall. (On second thought, maybe there’s room in the china cupboard…. an investment like this should be displayed!)
These new boots speak volumes about the new priorities of the third act — if not now, when…. I’m going to rock these babies!

Cute right? And Fluevogs come with a name — these are called “Enchanting” — appropriate, don’t you think?
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Elva! I began crying halfway through this blog, I was so afraid you had talked yourself out of a pair of fabulous red boots that were designed with only you in mind . . . and possibly me. Thank goodness lust and good sense prevailed. And thank goodness I followed a link from Don’s blog one night and found you.
Cheers, Stella
I’m glad you found me too — you just made my day 😊