Sole Sister

I hate using the word jealous. It makes me very uncomfortable because I feel like there is a lot of anger associated with the word. I prefer envious, see … not so angry. When people say, “I’m so jealous you aren’t working today” are you mad that I’m not working or just wish you weren’t working either?

Anyway, I digress because I am going to purposefully use the word jealous because I AM jealous. I am jealous of my sister because she made the most fabulous purchase when we were in San Francisco. See Sissy was in desperate need of a pair of black boots. The ones she had been wearing were shameful. I didn’t want to be seen with her when she had them on, which was unfortunately, quite often. Sissy and I went to my favorite place on earth, Saks. And the Saks in San Fran was fab. I was beckoned by the Louboutin Gods and felt my feet take me to the display even though I did my best to resist. I was not there to shop after all, I was there to help Sissy.

She tried on pumps, I said, don’t bother with those. Try on those boots. She said no because she didn’t want to fall in love with them and then feel pressure to buy them. I said there is no such thing.

There was a bitchy patron watching our every move when Sissy tried on the boots. She made a snide comment that Sissy had the boots on the wrong feet. I thought, no way, MY sister would ever be so dumb. OMG Sissy DOES have the boots on the wrong feet, "take them off, take them off," I screamed at her in my mind. Sissy said something about them looking different when they are standing up, but I couldn’t even listen, I was too busy figuring out where I was going to die.

The salesman asked us if we needed any water. Sissy was about to pass out after the wrong foot incident so she accepted. I declined. I didn’t want this bitchy patron to think I was even close to being human.

Long story short, Sissy is the proud owner of beauteous pair of 100mm knee high Christian Louboutin boots. It was the best purchase of either of our lives and I am insanely jealous. See, even normal people aren’t able to jam their calves in those boots. Sissy almost had a bit of a problem, but we did our best to shove her legs in there anyway. If I was able to wear them and could afford them, I’d have several pairs by now. But I don’t and I am totally jel. Actually, who am I kidding ... even if I couldn’t afford them (which I can't), I’d have a least one pair.

Wear them well sissy, you deserve them.


P.S. – after this shoe debacle and with the 20% discount that day for opening up a charge, Sissy bought me a pair of sunglasses. Now she can be jealous of me.