It was like Christmas all over again today. The doorbell rang and there the UPS man stood with my box of Sam Edelman shoe boots. "Is this the fashion boutique?" he enquired without as much as a sniff of irony. "Yes," I replied blithely while the word RECESSION flashed in fairy dust before my eyes. Not that I should be worried. These butter-soft beauties only cost €126 avec p&p. Not bad, eh? What's more they look the biz with my Veronique Branchino boyfriend blazer and even sport a nifty map of New York on the sole. How clever! Next time I'm lost in the East Village (a common occurence), I'll just have to gaze at my shoes. Sam - you're a peach!
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sam Edelman - the Shoemeister
It was like Christmas all over again today. The doorbell rang and there the UPS man stood with my box of Sam Edelman shoe boots. "Is this the fashion boutique?" he enquired without as much as a sniff of irony. "Yes," I replied blithely while the word RECESSION flashed in fairy dust before my eyes. Not that I should be worried. These butter-soft beauties only cost €126 avec p&p. Not bad, eh? What's more they look the biz with my Veronique Branchino boyfriend blazer and even sport a nifty map of New York on the sole. How clever! Next time I'm lost in the East Village (a common occurence), I'll just have to gaze at my shoes. Sam - you're a peach!
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