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More booties to drool over. Manolo Blahnik, Valentino, and Stuart Weitzman. But everyone’s being shy today, even though some of their names are so flamboyant you’d think they’d be flaunting their designer lables in neon. So this post will be a riddle–you tell me which designer goes with which shoe. The winner receives a book of their choice from my backlist!

I’ll give you the names of the shoes themselves and as much description as I can without giving anything away, then you’re on your own. Leave your guess in the comments. I’ll pick a winner after a few days and I’m sure everyone who wants to play has had their chance. I’ll choose randomly from those who link each shoe with the right designer. Good luck!

These are for day, and maybe not technically booties. They work for night, too, with the right skirt. But mostly I like to wear them with colored or black opaque tights and fun jeans when I’m meeting girlfriends for lunch. Don’t think they’re comfortable enough for day walking? Everyone’s a critic. The name will slay you: Ghillie ;o) The box describes them as mink pearl kid leather platforms…who’s their daddy?

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In honor of the white and black swan (just saw the Black Swan and LOVED it), I give you two of my favorite winter booties!

For day:

Anne Klien, camel suede, faux fur trim. All I need is a Victorian dress, snow, and a horse-drawn sleigh, and I’m in heaven.

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You have no idea the grief I’ve taken for not posting shoes since August. And I had no idea how much footwear was other people’s addiction, just like mine. More than the dream posts. More than the teenager and writing posts. More than the monthly contests (which I need to post winners for this weekend ;o). People WANT MORE SHOES!

So, in the spirit of there supposedly being more snow coming to north Georgia weekend (and the white Christmas we had for the first time in a century), I give you Tullips in January!

Some of our darlings are works of art. We can’t help but love them a little bit more, can we? Even if it means jealousy and discord in the closet, some of our shoe boxes (You keep all your shoes in their boxes, too, right? To protect them from dust and creasing and so forth. Especially suede ones like these. I know you do. Don’t make me come to your house and do an intervention!)…

Where was I? Oh, yeah. Some of our boxes hold gems that from the moment we first bring them home, we know we’ll cherish above all the rest.

My Prada pink suede strappy sandals are my babies. (more…)

Okay, the “day” shoes are starting to revolt. They’re wanting their time in the sun. And, really, it’s kind of sad. Like because I started by playing with Prada and the Valentino, everyone’s not going to get their love in due time. I think someone needs to work on their self-esteem, but I won’t point any fingers (You. Yes, you, over there, in the box whose top keeps flipping off and tripping me every time I go into the closet, because your picture hasn’t made it up on the blog yet. Are you really that neurotic???)

Okay. I AM pointing fingers–at my Nanette Lepore slingbacks. I walked all over Thirllerfest in these this year . I wore them with a nautical-themed, navy shift dress from the same designer that was just the right choice for a 12-hour day in the public eye–it worked even better for the banquet dinner, actually, than it did for breakfast that morning. In other words, I can’t afford to have one of my favorite conference mainstays revolt because it thinks I like the party shoes better…

So, I give you the perfect “Day” shoe.

Cute is an inadequate word, even if they can turn mean-spirited when they sense your eye has strayed to something shinier. I mean, look a them. They look like they were carved from clouds. I couldn’t help but buy them the first time I saw them, even though you know sling backs typically don’t work for me. Particularly slingbacks made of patent leather (something about the finish of most PLs starts to irritate my sensitive little, or not so little, feet within half an hour).

But I guess if you have scalloped, doily edges (and, well, if you’re perfectly lined like NPs always are), you can’t NOT wear like a dream, no matter your leather’s finish. And can we say, ”ADORABLE buttons.” Who designs casual heels with buttons for grown women??? It shouldn’t be legal to look lacy, have little girl buttons and three-inch heels that couldn’t be uncomfortable no matter how many flights of conference hotel stairs or endless corridors you walk, AND have a magically comfortable open toe. But my perfect day shoes have it all.

Bow to the power of the slingbacks, you sparkly party heels!

There–let’s hope balance is restored in the closet. At least for now.

Come back tomorrow, because it’s been strontly advised that I take the blog on a fieldtrip to the “flip side,” or my walking-about-the-city-in-the-summer casual shoes are going to start picketing ;o)