Dear Jeffrey Campbell,
I love you. I would like to have small leather clad 4" wedges with you. Babies are so overrated. If you will notice I am wearing a pair of your beautiful designs here.. and they look oh so good.
What's life without shoes? Crap-tac-u-lar. You can't walk, you can't run, and you certainly can't look good.
No outfit can ever be complete without the perfect pair of cobbled goodness. These thigh highs are 2 size too big for me.. but they were the last pair and I HAD to have them. Is that sensible? No. Absolutely not. That's love. That's the idea that these shoes can also serve as pants so I should give up paying bills in order to have pant-boots. Yes, logical.
They say love makes you crazy- makes you do things you would never do otherwise. That is certainly true, but so much more insane when shoes are involved. No man has ever made me spend so much on him, hurt my feet as much- or completed me the way shoes do. And no man ever will.... alright too much.
I'm veering into the ridic BUT designing my own JC bad boys would be heaven. Actually.. possibly death. You may have to pick another contestant due to death. I mean death from joy but death none the less. I've already started sketching out my winning pair, so maybe I'll just leave the pics in my will. Legit?
Sincerely and longingly,
Betsy L. Berger