Entry No. 9

These shoes are way more sparkly than I was able to pick up on camera. They are not nude, but a satin champagne. Or at least, they don't match my skin. They're from ALDOs, but they are also fashion show shoes. So I got them from a fashion show.

Now I really didn't think I was going home with these girls. They are so brain-breakingly pretty that I thought for sure that another model was going to snatch them up and make them hers. I couldn't believe my luck when I went home with them. Wow!

The first thing that was impressive about these girls was that those little crystals had not fallen off. When my feet accidentally brush against each other when I'm walking, these shoes make this sickening sound like you're about to dirty your path with diamonds. Yet, they don't fall off. In all the time I've had them, I've lost three crystals. I replaced them with crystals that are not a perfect fit, but most people can't tell when they're looking at them from whatever height they are. I'm going to be so bummed when I lose enough crystals that I'll have to retire them, but I'm also looking into getting more crystals that will match better and last forever. Or you know, last a really long time. My hubby is really good at the manly art of 'gluing it back on', so I trust that as long as I have replacements, we can go on and on.

So, what do I wear with this? So, forever ago, there was this trend where tulle skirts had rhinestones placed in a pattern near the hem of the skirt (if tulle skirts had hems). I was in Anthropologie, and I saw one. It was being carried over the arm of a salesgirl. I stopped her and asked her if that skirt had a home. She said no, that she was about to put it back on the rack. I asked if I could try it on, and she told me it was the last one.

I said some prayers. I really wanted it to fit. Like bad. Like so bad. I had only seen that skirt in magazines and on Pinterest. When I put it on in the changing room, I would suggest that I have never had a better experience in a dressing room. Period. Normally, when you buy a tulle skirt, it has some crappy taffeta lining that barely covers your bum when you sit down. Then it only has two layers of low-quality tulle, but you love tulle. You buy it anyway, only to realize in a great flush the first time you wear it that the whole thing was a mistake. You need to backpeddle like backpeddle is your middle name, but you're already in the middle of a fashion catastrophe, and now you only want to wear sweats and sit with cats.

You can never let a cat sit on your tulle skirt. Never.

Anyway, the skirt I got at Anthropologie was so beautiful. The lining was soft like butter, and it went down past my knees. It had three layers of high-quality tulle, and, in all the years I've owned that girl, she has never lost a gem. It's been like 10 years.

Since then, I've checked Anthropologie from time to time to see if they have anything that's my style. They don't. They have all these linens with weird patterns on them. When I look at their clothes, I can't imagine where a person would wear any of them. They definitely don't have glitter. It seems like that one skirt was just a one-off. It was originally $215, and I got it for $60. Fashion show shoes are free... sort of.