I break with the traditional Christmas posts to bring you the true (and in no way inspiring) story of my Christmas shoes. The day after Thanksgiving, my sister Megan and I spent all afternoon traveling the town looking for a pair of black work shoes for her to wear at her new job. With no luck. So after the kids were in bed, she had the brilliant idea of going out to DSW (which happens to be on the other side of town). I showed her about a million adorable and suitable black shoes and then got bored so I wandered around the sale racks in the back of the store. And I found the most adorable pair of orange and brown wool Steve Madden peep-toe pumps. In my size. But I was trying to be good, so I tore myself away and wandered next door to Archivers while Megan decided that she didn't see anything she liked. Whatever. But the story doesn't end there. After a couple of weeks and two separate dreams about those dang shoes, I drug Josh across town last week to see if DSW still had them. And amazingly, they did. So I brought them home with me. And I wore them to Tony's work Christmas party last night.
Who said you had to wear red and green to a Christmas party?