I’m sorry, I’m still trying to grasp “posh Meatpacking District boutique”...strange images come to mind-and none involve shoes.(I’m just an un-hip hick chick, I reckon.)
One cannot do anything practical in those shoes!
But, consider the wearer.
Why do they make it sooo easy to fall for the class envy thang? I mean, in normal circumstances, I don’t begrudge a body for what they fritter their dough on- maybe it’s because they seem to just rub our noses in it?
Way to unite, Mo!
Her answer to her own question---- Watcha gonna do with 600 bucks?...Remember?