Oh Christian Louboutin, how I love thee. Your red soles match the color of my soul perfectly and make my heart shine with love and adoration. The way your shoes fit my feet and make me five inches taller, how they elongate my legs and make my yoga pants look like runway attire is simply astounding. I only wish New York weren’t so cold right now – if there wasn’t snow on the ground I’d parade around town in these wonderful shoes and show them off to everyone. Damn you, arctic New York.
And to you, sweet sweet Bergdorf! How welcoming you were to me and my American Express card. How you took us in and made us feel at home on the second floor where you also house Jimmy Choo and Manolo Blahnik, Christian Dior and Escada. I will never forget you. Although I may not be back for some time, I will cherish walking on your cream carpet with my red soles and looking into your full length mirrors, admiring how my sweatshirt glowed in the sweet light of your love.