No Cougars In The Shoe Salon
When I go shoe shopping I really have no interest in flirting. I much prefer the glory of Manolos to the men who are employed in the shoe salon. I have my favorite places to shop, where I know I will be treated with kindness and attention. And respect.
Last week, I was shopping with my daughter in law at Bloomingdales, not my usual haunt, where she was in search of black patent high heels. Frankly, the selections were a bit weird, with platforms and bondage stuff and ugly round toes with thick soles. The kinds of shoes that make everyone’s ankles look really thick.
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