Okay, this has nothing to do with Homegirl's shoe dilemma. But it is a fashion thing. I was headed to a party Saturday night, and stopped by the store. I was in line with my la dee da prepared deli foods and beer.
There was this woman in front of me. About 60ish. She was done up in a pretty snazzy ensemble. She had a longish ash blonde pageboy cut. An olivey green/emerald kind of two tone silk organza asian looking jacket with those kind of kimono buttons. Her top was a darker green slightly glittery knit thing.
Under this she had on a two layered black chiffon skirt that hit about mid calf. The base of all this was sheer black stockings and some high heeled sleek little slingbacky kind of shoes. There was some greeny kind of accent on them. Just conservative enough for her age, but a little snap to the whole thing. Oh, and she had some filigreed kind of jade drop earrings and matching necklace that was a bit oversized. I totally checked her out and thought she really had a cool thing going on.
Imagine my horror and shock when she went to walk away and hauled a battered looking, scratched up 30 year old brown leather purse off the counter! It look like she had mugged the pony express. It belonged hanging off the ass end of a dusty horse. It was a fu*king saddlebag and just as big. I usually don't even notice **** like that but it was a fashion tragedy. I was dying to run up and steal her purse, just to save her from the humiliation of dragging that tragic sack into her fancy cocktail party.
