Today, for this weekend, my page-a-day shoe calendar is featuring an example of footwear so distressingly adult, stolid and wickedly dull that it could drive entire China-sized nations into the arms of Morpheus. I doubt even the Carmelite Nuns of Cristo Rey would be caught dead in these suckers (at right).
And YES, I have a page-a-day footwear calendar . I’m a chick. I’m supposed to have a thing about shoes! We’ve been over this before, ya know.
Back to the calendar though, sadly and penuriously, it allots just one image to both weekend days. They occasionally feature stunners (to make up for only giving us one zapata to last two whole days? so mean), as they did in March -- twice! -- but, generally, they don’t put their best boot forward on weekends.WHY?
Do we not deserve a stunningly sculptural slipper on our days off?
Do we not rate a cunning little moccasin on our free days?
By the time they’d picked all the working day pumps and espadrilles, were they drained of all energy and ability?
Choosing pics of exquisitely designed clogs for our weekend viewing would have taxed them horribly, sending them cataclysmically over their two Cosmo limit? Did they cheap out lest AA become overwhelmed by new members?
Did they imagine that we, their audience, spend our weekends dreaming of boring beige pumps that we can wear on Monday morn -- ones that will go splendidly with those deadly dreary big girl biz suits?
Honestly -- I wanna know!
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