My husband and I were on date night (which have become few and far between unfortunately) and we were giddy with finally being out alone – away from everything. We were eating some cheap fast food, sitting on the side of a wall in an indoor mall in town, teasing each other and laughing and generally having a good time when suddenly someone walked by and gave us a look. It was such a snobby look! Then I realized what wall we were sitting against – we were surrounded by Saks Fifth Avenue.
I have nothing against Saks, they are the epitome of beauty and fashion, even though I will never – ever – understand their pricing scale. My mom used to find adds in the newspaper put out by Saks asking for worn jeans, etc. – they then took the worn-other peoples’ jeans and embroidered them, be-jeweled them, or made them look even more distressed by possibly running them over with a Hummer. Either way, when they were done with these 2nd hand jeans, the price tag was usually well over $100 upwards, and sometimes even over $200.
After the sales person walking by had given us the look, I started to notice the shop windows around us (I generally don’t notice my surroundings – this has been detrimental as it assists in me getting lost without any effort whatsoever lol). I saw in a window, on a pedestal, with a gleaming light shining down, the perfect pair of stilleto black boots. Time stopped, it was the perfect “cute meet” of boy meets girl (or um… boots meet girl), and true love ensues.
My husband caught my stare (that or my mouth was slightly open in awe), and asked if I wanted to go in. Of course! I had to know what they were charging for these perfect black boots! When we went inside the sales clerks, probably sensing that we have no money, smiled politely, but left us on our own – which was better considering my reaction to the price. As we approached the table with the light shining down like a beacon on the black boots raised up on their stand, we tried to guess how much the boots cost, well over a hundred obviously, you think over $200? Maximum $500. I picked up the boot, it felt like soft cashmere on my skin – how heavenly. I turned it over to view the price – and to my horror, it was $1,349.00 – a mortgage payment for a pair of boots! My eyes must’ve revealed my utter shock – thank God I didn’t have a heartattack in the middle of Saks – could you imagine the headlines? We put the boot back. I laughed and told my husband I was scarred for life!
Walking away we held each other and laughed at the insanity. Never again will I drool over a pair of Manolo boots. Unless I win a lottery, then we’ll talk ;).