Why You Should Never Hesitate to Compliment Another Woman’s Shoes
I was in Manhattan staying at the uber-modern Hotel QT, heading out to breakfast when a fantastically stylish woman entered my elevator wearing a pair of gorgeous shoes: platform sandals in a buttery, orangey leather, with a hint of glinting gold.
Let me pause my story for a moment to say that I always try to increase my cool quotient when I go to New York, like, leave a little of my San Francisco “I HEART EVERYONE” attitude at home. I am never successful.
“OhmygodILoveYourShoes!” I exclaimed. Luckily she was completely friendly. (I actually have encountered very few Devil Wears Prada-esque women in Manhattan, and I have spent time in the Conde Nast building.) But her reply was beyond my wildest dreams: “They’re on sale on the second floor!”
Now how often does a fabulous sale come to you? I think we all know what happened next. The Loeffler Randall’s were mine, and for only $140… even better than the sale at Pink Mascara. Original price: $395. And they were made in Italy where I refuse to believe there are sweatshops. Oh and if you order them from Pink Mascara, I’d go a size up. I consistently wear 6.5, and the 7.5s fit me perfectly.
August 18th, 2007 at 10:40 am
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August 18th, 2007 at 1:44 pm
But they are buttery! What’s wrong with buttery? I agree that orangey/goldish can be strange to wear at first, but you get used to it.
I was originally posting to say that I can’t believe the New Yorker woman not only responded but told you where to get them! I think San Franciscans are getting meaner. Today, a woman at the MACY’S SALE RACK was too good to talk to me. I mean please. I’m going to NYC for my peace and love.