Just got me some heels--but wait until you hear this. My father and his wife were in town earlier this week. They overnighted at my place on Monday and all three of us went shopping at the nearby local outdoor plaza early Tuesday morning. We managed to drag my dad into some of the thrift stores for a spell. While we were wandering in one of the stores (Dad as far away from the women's clothing section as he could, I might add), his wife and I went hunting for bargains of a lifetime. We caught sight of a couple of female employees giggling away in the shoe racks. Upon closer inspection, one of the girls was wearing a HUGE pair of high-heeled platform shoes that was obviously a million sizes too large for her while the other looked on and guffawed. I approached the tottering girl and asked her if I could see them. "Sure," she said, and added, "they just might be your size, too" with a big grin. "That's what I'm hoping," I replied, with a grin to match her own, while my dad's wife looked on, amused by the whole thing. Well, I bought the darn things. For the price of a burger and fries, to boot!
The shoes obviously used to belong to a drag artist; size 11, 2.5" platform with a 7" stiletto heel; sandal-type with a gold-buckled ankle-strap; all in a gritty pink glitter paint. They fit me like a glove (not that I actually tried them in the store, mind you). So, Christina now owns the basis for a perfectly off-the-wall (and off-the-rack) drag queen outfit. What next? Got any flashy leotards to lend me, Gaven?
Love,
CJ
