Dancing ‘Til the World Ends

Since the world’s supposedly ending today, I should buy myself a new pair of shoes. Might as well look good those last 24 hours or so, non?

It would be cruel and unusual punishment to let me shrivel in the confines of my home, thus rendering it justifiable to shell out the plastic card for this Christian Louboutin Black Amber Patent Double Platform Sandals from Saks Fifth Avenue. Let me have my fun stomping about in à la the after-hours Bond girl, dancing ’til the world ends. Sex on heels—almost literally—with its infamous red sole and strappy mix of patent, satin, and crystals. Guaranteed for an instant boost of va-va-voom with an Hervé Léger I’ve been eyeing not so discreetly, and legs nearly half the length of Gisele’s. Guaranteed.

But the world cannot possibly end today. I haven’t yet seen the Alexander McQueen exhibit, splurged ridiculous amounts on a thing (or two) from Bergdorfs and Henry Bendel, and nor had some scandalous affair in Europe.

Let’s postpone it for December 21, 2012 first, please. At least let me check off a quarter of my bucket list and make enough bones to pay for the red sole of this shoe.

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