There’s Nothing Like New Choos
I may have mentioned this before, I’m not sure, but I kinda love shoes. That face you see above? That’s the excited face I get when I get a special delivery of some super sexy footwear. But not just any shoes, oh no. When you get Jimmy Choos, it’s all you can do to keep your head from exploding.
You unwrap them with love. You cradle them in your arms.
And it’s only right that you greet them properly (hey, they’ve been locked up in a box for a few days and manhandled by postal workers – a warm reception is the least I can provide).
I love them. A little bit. Okay, a lot. I may have drooled on them. I will neither confirm nor deny those reports. You want to lick them, don’t you? Don’t worry, it’s an overwhelming urge – it happens to everyone. You want to stroke them too, don’t you? Yeah, I know.
Oh Jimmy, I feel like this is a love that will never die.