Heel Thyself! And Win a T-Shirt!
Some people think that even the most level-headed woman can't pass a shoe store without turning into Homer Simpson in The Land of Chocolate. Not true. It depends on the shoe store. I don’t have an inner Imelda…unless we’re talking a particular type of footwear. If you can see your reflection in it well enough to apply liquid eyeliner, if it looks as if it was once coiled and hissing, if the heels are either as high and pointy as chopsticks or as tall and klunky as the box they came in then I will walk over who I have to to get them. The shoes I like aren’t made for walkin’. So when I discovered that the prices in the shoe department at Fairvilla Megastore were lower than most of the heels I not only spent a few bucks, I had-had-had to show them all off! If you’re not inspired to learn to pole dance, fight crime in a Spandex jumpsuit or renamed yourself Mistress Blucher after seeing these, well, maybe you should come check them out in person. As Doro