These Boots Are Made For Walkin'

Last week was all about drinking and commiserating. This week, I'm busy marking exams. I'll tell you about that next week. I'll also tell you about my friend Angela, who's filled my bathtub with her shoes and purses and winter clothes and gone off to San Francisco for the summer to be inculcated into a cult.

Jack is in Australia, so there's nothing to say about that. So let's get back to what's really important:

Shoes.

As I told you before, I have 38 pairs of shoes and 17 pairs of boots. According to Star Jones, that makes me fat.

Who among us can't do with losing five or ten pounds? Surely not I... but I don't think I'm fat. Judge for yourself: there's a recent photo on this page. Also a couple of pictures of me in my white go-go boots.

Soon, I'll have 18 pairs of boots. I'm bidding on these Steve Madden babies on eBay:



Boot season is coming to an end here in T'ranna. Mind you, I wear the white ones even in summer... but it's time to turn the attention to shoes.

These are the shoes of my dreams. Manolo Blahnik Mary-Janes. I believe the style is called Campari. I could die happy if I knew that someone would lay me out in these shoes:



But they're probably just an urban shoe legend.

Speaking of Manolo, do you know of The Manolo?

The Manolo, he is not the Manolo Blahnik. The Manolo, he is very funny. The Manolo, he is very wise. He is super fantastic. And he thinks Sass is super fantastic, too.

The Manolo and I, we had an email chat about the Graceland and the Elvis. And I showed him this picture of me and my best friend K after our day of shoe shopping at the outlet malls in Memphis last fall:

I'm so excited; it's spring; I'll be able to wear mine soon! (K lives in Bermuda, so she's been able to wear hers all winter.)

The Manolo, Manolo the Shoeblogger, he was amused by my silly girly shoes in legs picture. I hope you are, too.

Because I have to get back to those exams...

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