Growing up we weren’t allowed to dress like “Little Orphan Annie.” My moms words. I was always sick growing up with asthma, allergies or a combination of both. Good days were my cutest days. Same with my mom when she was sick. Her best days were days she had enough strength to put makeup on. Thus perhaps is the reason even though I may not live in Manhattan nor the Rodeo Drive, I still find that no excuse not to dress up in my Louboutins on my days off. I have my health and happiness and that’s enough for me to live life as if I’m the Carrie Bradshaw of the Inland Empire.
Yeah, I may live far from Rodeo, and my Louboutins might be a little scuffed but they tell a story. I leave a trail of glitter and fabulousness in my path and not even the most veteran red souled shoe lover could walk a mile in my Louboutins.