August 4, 2009

A reverse Cinderella story.

Every end of May there is a pilgrimage to Vegas for my dear friend Patricia’s birthday. It is our own version of ‘How Stella Got Her Groove Back’ weekend. Always fun, but nothing like ‘Hangover’. Well maybe a tiny bit some years…. But what happens in Vegas…..

This last May I lost my left shoe some where on Las Vegas Blvd. How…how how might you ask does someone lose one shoe? Well the answer is complicated and the simple version is “ I don’t know”. But it happens a lot based on the single shoes I often see on the side of the highway.

I thought of putting the picture of my solitary shoe on a milk carton, but it’s departure only seems important to me.
These shoes were way more stylish than the picture conveys. And the acquisition of this shoe was challenging... not a simple walk in and buy situation. I hunted this pair down and shoe junkies know, the hunt is sometimes fierce.

So if you happen to see a one legged tranny hopping down Tropicana Blvd in a 5 inch wedge with natural leather filigree, stop the shemale and ask questions! Offer a reward what ever it takes!

The big dilemma is what to do with the one shoe I have left?
I ran across this photo from a recent runway show… so here is the new solution to all the unpaired shoes of the world.

Laura