Babbling brook Canary signs off her emails with a delightful daily shoe update. That's why we love her.
Today: Serena's blue leather '50s open-toe shoes, high, with a clasp. No whip in sight.
Am wearing my mother's unattractive black leather round-toed shoes that loosely resemble ballet slippers, which my parents
refer to as "Portuguese cleaning lady shoes." Accompanying them is a black baby doll Mexx dress from the last clothing swap,
which my mother told me looked like maternity wear as I dashed out their door this a.m.
Today, despite the rainfall, I saw fit to wear comfortable, open-toed shoes. Black, leather, nicked here and there from
tripping, abusing them in foreign countries, and general clumsiness.
Today's shoes are a clothing swap find from years yore (zebra-patterned flat mules that make me look like a pimp).
To see the blue suede shoes I am wearing today. They are the mules I wore to Serena's wedding--G-d only knows how I danced
in them that night, considering that I can't even walk in them properly now.
Monday's shoes are a pair of $40 black leather quasi-platform shoes bought last week that already have a rip in them (how
does this happen so quickly?): a Winners' "find".
Wearing summer-hours-friendly Nine West Mary Janes. Fancy casual, perfect for day-to-evening wear; looks good with skirts
and the men's capris I got from GAP's sale rack yesterday with the secret ass zipper for hiding your passport when abroad.
Back to the shoes: red, faded patent leather, recently rescued from the throngs of junk on offer at my mother's latest yard
sale. At least they didn't suffer the same fate as some other cherished-in-childhood items; I was too late to recover the
Pat Boone Christmas album--the agony.
