A few days ago, en route to my mother's, I got a couple of hours to power shop at Yorkdale for my upcoming gala. The goal? To find a pair of gold shoes that would not be as "cheap looking" (Mr. Suz's provisional verdict about my RW&Co. specials) and a top to wear under the fuchsia suit.
More tip top tales to follow, tomorrow.
In the meantime, let me report on the footwear.
I sought them here, I sought them there.
My friends, I sought them everywhere.
Were they in Davids or were they in Holts?
Those peerless slippers made of gold.
I saw the Jimmy Choos. I saw the Kate Spades. I even saw the Manolo Blahniks.
Along with a few other, less expensive varieties.
And here was the thing. There were a number of sandals, none of which I much liked the look of. There were a number of glittery pumps, but most had peeptoes or high platforms or seemed clunky in some way; a couple had 5 inch heels, which is just going too high for me. I saw no pointy toed gold pumps at all on the sales floors. (They did exist in a few other colours, mostly nude, which could potentially have worked, but felt less festive.)
The verdict? I'm keeping the ones I have.
If you ask me, this falls under Angie's blog post today. And reminds me, once again, to leave no retail stone unturned.
Oh, and Mr. Suz? Well, it turns out that he thought the pricey ones looked cheaper than the less expensive ones I got. And I had to agree with him!