BCBG Mousetraps
About 5 years or so ago I purchased a simply divine pair of BCBG pumps. They are white canvas trimmed in tan leather piping and covered tan embroidered “BCBG” lettering. They sport a pointed toe, 4 inch heels, tan leather insoles and a simply adorable little tan bow perched right on top.
To put it in plain English, these shoes are what I imagine it would feel like wearing mousetraps on your feet. Very stylish mousetraps, but mousetraps just the same.
Every two years or so I stumble across them and am lured by their infinite cuteness into wearing them. The first two hours I am lulled into a false sense of security and then at the two hour and one second point, the trap slams shut and I’m crippled for the duration of my sentence.
I am of the religion that my feet would have to gush geysers of blood for me to remove any offending shoe in public. Therefore I suffer.
The last time the BCBGMTs (BCBG mousetraps) ensnared me was about a month ago. I held it together for 9 hours (translated into 7 hours of pain) and tried to make a smooth exit from work. I almost made it to the hallway when the trap tightened sending a shot like white-hot lightning from my pinky toe right into the portion of my brain that registers extreme pain.
Needless to say, the traps are tucked away for another two years until they entice me back into their cute confines of torture.
Melanie
07/23/2009
About 5 years or so ago I purchased a simply divine pair of BCBG pumps. They are white canvas trimmed in tan leather piping and covered tan embroidered “BCBG” lettering. They sport a pointed toe, 4 inch heels, tan leather insoles and a simply adorable little tan bow perched right on top.
To put it in plain English, these shoes are what I imagine it would feel like wearing mousetraps on your feet. Very stylish mousetraps, but mousetraps just the same.
Every two years or so I stumble across them and am lured by their infinite cuteness into wearing them. The first two hours I am lulled into a false sense of security and then at the two hour and one second point, the trap slams shut and I’m crippled for the duration of my sentence.
I am of the religion that my feet would have to gush geysers of blood for me to remove any offending shoe in public. Therefore I suffer.
The last time the BCBGMTs (BCBG mousetraps) ensnared me was about a month ago. I held it together for 9 hours (translated into 7 hours of pain) and tried to make a smooth exit from work. I almost made it to the hallway when the trap tightened sending a shot like white-hot lightning from my pinky toe right into the portion of my brain that registers extreme pain.
Needless to say, the traps are tucked away for another two years until they entice me back into their cute confines of torture.
Melanie
07/23/2009
Melanie,
ReplyDeleteThank you so very much for your sweet comment on our blog. I am so happy to know that we have you, our friend, in Houston! If we're ever down that way, we'll have to find you and have a get-together!
Thanks so much for reading, and thanks for the kind words. You can't possibly know how much it means to me!
Heather