When you move across the country and all you see on the horizon is dust, moving boxes and the uniform of jeans and a tank top—style seems far, far away from a land I’ll never return to.
I can’t remember the last time I wore lipstick, had a pedicure or cloaked my body in a pretty dress. Heels? What are those?
Now that I live in the perpetual climate of Summer, I’ve noticed a huge deficit in my wardrobe: sandals. I have the pool flip-flop (sorry Paula), but I do have a pool now, which allows at least one pair in the closet. My all-time favorite pair of Jimmy Choo Leopard lace ups are so used and abused I’ve had them reconstructed twice and may not survive another surgery (how LA is that?). Tragically, my only other sandals, a Marc Jacobs’ pair with beyond huge studs, were damaged in the move. The left shoe arrived sans stud, and yes, it’s very noticeable. They look like they’ve lost an eye.
In an effort to stick with the brands that are best for me, and to buy quality over quantity, I’ve been eyeing these Ann Demeulemeester’s. I might be in LA, but I still want to hold onto my New York attitude and I think these might just fit my little piggy’s perfectly. Now maybe the pool boy will listen to me when I ask him to turn up the heat.