It was four months and two weeks ago when I first laid eyes on you.
And every day since, Lady Vita, often in the morning, afternoon and night, I have checked up on you, made sure you were still there, made sure you hadn't had a within-reach markdown -- in all honesty, sometimes I would click over just to look at you, just to marvel at your sleek gunmetal body, your demure, oval-shaped lead and yes, of course, that intricate over-the-toe detailing no Zara, no BCBGirls and no Steve Madden could ever replicate.
Last night you were there. This morning you were there. Just four hours ago, again, you were there. But as has happened before, in the blink - no, in the half blink - of an eye, someone who had the means, someone who didn't waste her funds on protein smoothies, throwaway iTunes and copious amounts of moisturizer, drop-down-menu-ed your last 37.5 and stole you away from me. Or rather, stole the idea of you away from me.
As was the case the last time I experienced a major death in my wishlist, I now turn to my favorite fem-poet for solace and perspective.
But Not Forgotten*
(Dorothy Parker)
I think, no matter where you stray,
9 comments:
Pleeeease...they're just shoes.
you must be a new reader. it's kinda meant to be tongue and cheek.
No, no, anonymous 8:56, there was no tongue-in-cheekiness in this post. I LOVED those shoes.
Love, I mean - I still *love* them.
Actually, anon 8:52, I think it's pretty clear this post is NOT entirely about the shoes...
"My name's Jo and I'm a shoe-holic"
I remember when you first posted on those Cazabats and thinking, "God are those gorgeous!" As your dad always says, hon, they'll always be others ;-)
They are only "just shoes" to those who don't share Johanna's values.
never congratulated you on the marathon last sunday - great job!
Dorothy Parker wrote that? It seems so ... gentle. I remember her work as having a sharper edge.
N-Y-i-E
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