Covering My Tracks

I did something  yesterday I didn’t think I’d ever do. 

My pal Erin spontaneously said, “Let’s go shoe shopping!”  That’s not the thing I thought I’d never do.  Shopping is not the thing I thought I’d never do.  And shopping with Erin has become a treat that’s all-too rare now, as we both try hard to find time to get together within our busy lives.

Anyway, what I did was buy something from the Jessica Simpson footwear line. I know, I know.  I breezed right past the J-Lo selection, determining that even if they weren’t her “creations” I would still not be interested in heels so high I might get a nosebleed while wearing them.

The ambitious and rather intuitive shoe dude brought me the Jessica flats on a whim when another pair I had requested wasn’t available in my size. Erin tried a pair on first and pronounced them “very comfortable with an excellent arch support!” 

I was skeptical.  But I slipped in a timid tootsie and found, once again, that my friend does not lie!  I bought two pairs.

Jessica Simpson doesn’t actually design the footwear, cut the leather or stitch the soles herself.  But she does reap some of the profits from my purchase.  I would never buy one of her CD’s or see her perform live.  I am definitely not a fan. I don’t relish adding to her bank account but darn it, they’re nice shoes, they’re comfortable and they don’t say her name anywhere but on the inside!  I can live…and walk…with that.