From the desk of bed of Carey B., something I came across while reading my BAZAAR last night:
Listen. I don’t hate them. They’re ugly, but I don’t want to rip my eyes out or anything. Olive green would be nicer. I can imagine in a world where you have to wear spiffy office clothes and walk to work on slushy sidewalks these might be really appealing. But I have to draw the line somewhere. (I know. Me. Drawing a line.) Even with all the rain we’ve been having, Saratoga is just not ready for red, high-heeled duck boots.
Aside from all that, I’m starting to get really sick of the punchy, crappy copy in fashion magazine sidebars like this. How many puns and overly-obvious references is it possible to fit in one 2″x2″ space? Et tu, Harper’s?
p.s. for more in hilarious footwear that never needed high heels, see Manolo Blahnik Turned Timberlands into Ghetto Stilettos, and Let’s Make It Even More Humiliating to Waddle to the Shoreline in Flippers.