So, I'm not a librarian either (DO any real librarians actually post to this blog???), but what every good blog for and about and/or authored by librarians needs, in my opinion, is a good dose of fabulosity.
As a non-librarian lucky enough to have been gifted by the great goddess with extra doses of fabulousness, I consider it my duty to ensure that there is SOMETHING shiny posted to this blog every week. Like a friendly little faerie of fab, if you will.
In that spirit, I hereby inaugurate the "FABULOUS SHOE OF THE WEEK" feature.
Because this blog is supposed to be informational, I feel like I should at least TRY to teach you something that will help you begin to become more fabulous non-librarians all on your own. To wit: These beauties are by the famous shoe designer Christian Louboutin, and are called "Pigalle." As you've probably already guessed, both the shoes and the designer are Elvish, erm, I mean, French in origin. These pumps have Mr. Louboutin's signature red sole and six-inch stiletto heels. They're quite rare, but if your feets are the right size and you have a spare $600-700, you might be able to pick up a pair on e-bay.
6 comments:
Randy, NO.
NO, Randy.
ROFL ...
I think we should request action-shots of the Shoe of the Week. I mean, I am skeptical that normal humans WEAR those. Maybe you have to be Elv....French to wear them?
Hmmm...
I like them they's shiny.
They'll never fit you Matt
If you buy them, I'll model 'em.
i need a drink
Anna knew She had to have a new pair of shoes today, and Carlo had helped her try on every pair in the store. Carlo spoke wearily, "Well, that's it. That’s every pair of shoes in the place."
"Oh, you must have one more pair. . . .”
"No, not one more . . . . Well, we have the cruel shoes, but no one would want to try . . .
“Yes, let me see the cruel shoes!"
"No, you don't understand, you see, the cruel shoes are . . .'
"Get them!"
Carlo disappeared into the back room for a moment, and then reappeared carrying an ordinary shoebox. He took off the lid and removed a hideous pair of black and white pumps. But this was not an ordinary pair of black and white pumps; both were left feet, one had a right angle turn with separate compartments that pointed the toes in impossible directions. The other shoe was six inches long and was curved inward like a rocking chair with a vise and razor blades to hold the foot in place.
Carlo spoke hesitantly, ". . . Now you see . . . they' re not fit for humans . . ." "Put them on me."
"But... "Put them on me!"
Carlo knew all arguments were useless. He knelt down before her and forced the feet into the shoes.
The screams were incredible.
Anna crawled over to the mirror and held her bloody feet up where she could see.
"I like them."
She paid Carlo and crawled out of the store into the street.
Later that day, Carlo was overheard saying to a new customer, "Well, that's it. That’s every pair of shoes in the place. Unless, of course, you'd like to try the cruel shoes."
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