My cousin's getting married in Tupelo in May and my siblings and I are, as we say, fixin' to go. My sister and I might even make an extended weekend of it and go on a little roadtrip. I recommend we fly into Memphis, stay at the Peabody, pick up a car, drive to Florence, Alabama ("The Fashion Capital of the Deep South," even if Project Alabama is no more -- updated -- and Billy Reid now has a shop on the Bowery) for a night, then hop over to Oxford for a spell, where my friend Mary's blog, Blueprint for a Southern Home, has me dreaming of the place, and then do our thing in Tupelo (I'll have to read Eudora Welty's Delta Wedding on the plane). And maybe lunch in Birmingham with David if we can swing it! Obviously what I mean to say is that, if I'm going to be doing all that driving (and it's too hot for Steve McQueen-style gloves), I'm going to need the right shoes. I was looking for those sexy '70s-style moccasins with the nubs on the bottom, but then I got distracted by these. And everybody (except the cops and my mother) knows I drive barefoot anyway...
[Louboutin light pink satin heels, $569.99 at Bluefly]
Windowlicker - from the French for window shopping: faire du lèche-vitrine - often appears on Tuesday and Thursdays at 10am EST-ish
I thought I was the rare one to drive barefoot! The habit started as a teen driver and I was wary of ruining my nice shoes by scraping the backs. Turns out you have more dexterity with a greater feel for the pedals...at least I think so.
Posted by: Obie Joe | January 28, 2009 at 10:44 AM