Charles “Buddy” Rogers checks out Mary Pickford’s
footwear, My Best Girl, 1928.
We should write about: Gaza, or Hamas, or Hizbullah, or Iran, or Pakistan, or Wazirastan, or Londonistan, or Amsterdan, or the ahem, stimulus package, or the temper tantrum at Davos, or the jihad enabling mainstream media, or Samantha “We Should Invade Israel” Power, or Obama closing Gitmo, or Obama dismantling the firewall that protects this republic from transnational terrorists, or Obama sucking up to the Jew-hating Arab Muslim world.
Hey, it’s Friday.
Friday Footwear, kids, AKA Girls Love Footwear, and we do have our priorities. And because we are completely superficial and because we are suffering from serious Obama fatigue—it feels like he’s been President for-evuh—we will not shirk our duty but move forward with this blog’s most anticipated—sad really—and popular feature.
“Daddy, did you get the footwear picture I sent?”
I click into my Gmail account and there it is, an attachment from Offspring #2.
“Hey, those are great.”
“Guess who’s modeling the shoes?”
Oh man, I hate trick questions.
I am in a mental cul de sac.
“Who is it?”
“Get out of town.”
I realize in a stunning rush of clarity that my three girlses all have the same slim ankles. DNA can be a wonderful thing.
“The shoes are mine but Mommy wanted to try them on. She really likes them.”
“But Mommy’s not wild about high, high heels.”
“These are Banana Republic, they have a special platform support that makes them really comfortable.”
Wow, magic high-heels. Will wonders never cease.
“What about the color, what is it?”
So that’s taupe. A word I have never used and a color I have never recognized in my entire life.
“Hard to dress.”
“Oh no, taupe’s a neutral. Goes with everything.”
Excellent tapering heel, like an upside down skyscraper.
“Yah, really cute.”
“You did well.”
“No, thank you, now I can fill my Friday Footwear slot.
Karen comments: “I should have been wearing sheer stockings with the shoes, black doesn’t really go.”
Karen and I wish all our friends and relatives a lovely and meaningful Shabbos.