Bigfoot speaks
I’ve been a mite disappointed with Zappos as of late, having not been compelled enough by their wares to make a purchase in nearly four months (although these would be the perfectly amusing complement to my housecoat for my upcoming Aruba trip). Meanwhile, Amazon’s Endless is endlessly bo-ring, with approximately four pairs of Naturalizer shoes and white puffy New Balance sneaks available to women with size 12 feet.
So, having just plunked down $300 for some shoes at Nordies (hello, love) –
Has anyone tried the Steve Madden make-your-own-shoe experiment? I think the Lamore or the Lusta would look hot in a deep red patent, but I noted that the Steve Madden store in Soho lacked swatches and I can’t tell how the wood heel options would match. Also, I don’t know how their 12 will size, and there are no returns (understandable, but for $150 …).
I will say, having big feet is slightly annoying, especially when you see all the deep discounts available to women with smaller under-standings. But then I can’t get too mad — yesterday I scored a pair of skinny size 29 Joe’s Jeans from Anthropopo for $19.99. (With thanks to Louis @ Coco & Delilah for turning me into a tight pants wearing whore. Next stop: Camel Toe, New Jersey. Who has the Vagisil?)
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In other news, I kinda don’t want to do jello wrestling tonight. I’d rather curl up with my laptop and write, which I have been diligently avoiding all weekend along.
I mean, I’ll be there, tiger print outfit and ready to lumber. (P.S. Don’t wash your jello goo getup with your other clothes — esp. dark ones — unless you want goo all over everything.) But I’m going to have to psych myself up to git the job done.
Not that my feet are gigantor or anything, but from what I’ve read designershoes.com, barefoottess.com, endless.com and largefeet.com all have good styles and good deals.
By the way, if I ever open a shoe store, I’m totally calling it the Shodfather.
under-standings! that was high quality.
Must give propers where propers is due: ‘under-standings’ is a phrase from my old man.
[…] She was feeling “moody and bitchy,” she says, but as a marketing executive at The Bank, she doesn’t get many excuses to suit up and get slippery with a dozen other women. Most days, she’s like other corporate stiffs: sitting in a cubicle, making PowerPoint presentations, working with a sales team. But tonight she doesn’t have to think about shareholders, instead she sheds all inhibitions and becomes The Thaigrr (her mother is Thai and she used to be into the riot grrl scene, she explains). Assuming a brutish, uneducated persona, she speaks with a stereotypical Asian accent and growls; the audience growls back in support. […]