If you know me, you know I have an admittedly unhealthy obsession with Breakfast at Tiffany’s and the fashion and couture associated with the Audrey Hepburn classic. If you knew that about me, then you probably also know that I spend an obscene percentage of my day looking at shoes in some form or another, whether online, in a store, or on people’s feet. So when I saw this Prada looker online, I was drooling (it was actually gross, ask my sister).
No such thing as the perfect shoe, of this I am aware (sadly), cause there’s no such thing as perfect. But shit, Prada! This is pretty close. And just pretty. So so pretty. The color of peaches and creme, patent-leather, a delicate bow, my fingers are getting tingly with excitement as I type! The low heel gives them an antique feel, but they’re no so antique that one might assume you stole them from your grandmother’s closet (though that does depend on what your grandmother usually keeps in her closet, I suspect). And to top it off, pointed toes, which make everyone feel feminine and girly!
Thank you thank you thank you Prada! A job well done as always, and I cannot wait to sink my feet into a pair, bank balance providing, that is.
Fun fact: Tonight J and I return to our regular stomping ground and I could not be more excited to see her and the sushi (but mostly her).