I'm badWe went to The Container Store this morning, to buy boxes so we could start packing up some of our non-essentials, like winter coats and snow gear.
But even flat, the boxes were too big to go in the boot of the car, so we folded them and stacked them in behind the front seats, and then David left Dace and me at the shopping centre while he took the boxes home, saying he'd be back to pick us up in about 40 minutes.
So the store right next door to The Container Store is Bloomingdales, and we just had to walk right through the shoe department on our search for coffee.And then these found me.I won't tell you how much they were (cos some of you know David), except that they were half-price and were made in Spain. And they are made of the most perfect, black suede. So soft it's almost edible. And they come right up to my kneecap, or they can be squished down ever so slightly. There's no zip.
And hey! In Australia, they'd cost an arm and a leg and a kidney, if not a first-born. And they are so impeccably classic that I'll be wearing them until I'm 90.
I haven't shown them to David yet, so I photographed them in the sewing room on the hush while he's watching the gridiron and answering Dace's questions. (I love Dace.)
And I'd model them for you, but if I leave them in the box until next weekend, I can ring the lovely young man at Bloomie's who sold them to me. He'll tell me if they've been further reduced after next week's two-day stocktaking, in which case they'll refund me the difference.
I gotta say — the shopping here is a whole 'nother planet.