Catwalking Tall
During high school and college summers, I scooped ice cream at one of the local best, back when the tip cup was novel; reserved for truly effortful duty such as hand packing quarts of ice cream. My less physically strenuous adult equivalent is a celadon jar, in which I toss cash procured from random Craigslist sales or bills discovered in last season’s pockets. There’s something oddly thrilling about hitting the retail pavement with a wad of cash that feels like free money. It also makes me feel less guilty about splurging on a great find.
Yesterday my jar delivered a pair of shoes that I can’t wait to rock this holiday weekend. Ann Taylor’s Noel Cork Platforms (shown in red; $108) cleverly combine woven straw, patent leather, and cork into a chic sandal that will serve duty at a wedding and likely also for brunch, paired with dressy shorts. My feet tend not to be the easiest to fit (all the more reason to splurge when I find a good pair), but catwalking on the 3+ inch heels (Jon insisted…) wasn’t even that onerous thanks to the padded foot bed.
