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Boy, am I glad that I don’t shop at Barneys – otherwise, I would be truly devastated that all the seven and a half’s are gone at the first blink of the shoe salesman. Who cares that the shoes’ price is equal to two and a half months of groceries for a family of four – they’re on sale! And sale, my friends, is the magic word, recession or no recession. After all, someone must be buying up all these beauties, price notwithstanding.
The New York Times shares, “As for size 7 1/2, there is scant hope. The shelves are virtual graveyards, save for a few isolated pieces too insane to be functional (eight-inch Alaïa platform wedgies made of bronzed reptile — sale price, $1,399).” Now I will forever wonder what it feels like to be as tall as my husband or to scare little children with my shoes. Man, oh man, why can't I be popular instead of my shoe size!
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