The perfect black patent leather shoes are in Paris and I'm in LA.
They are the only ones I can wear with "those" black pants.
Now, I remember that I left them in Paris, hoping to keep my luggage to a reasonable weight (Terry can thank me later). Shoes and books are the most weighty items that always get "put back" when the bag becomes unmanageable.
So, I can picture the perfect black shoes sitting in my closet in Paris, waiting for me to return to them. A lot of good that does me...
Sunday, December 23, 2007
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