Hi everyone, Katie here.
Glogirly was gone for a while today. Gave me the old "bye-bye kitty, love you, be right back" routine. Yeah whatever. Here, let me get comfortable while I wait for you to return to this lonely, empty townhouse I'm supposed to call home.
A few hours later though, when I awoke from my slumber, I discovered something wonderful. Something so magnificent I had to pinch myself. Glogirly went to one of my favorite stores and SHE CAME BACK WITH A BAG! The bag is pretty cool alright, but I'm more interested in what's inside this time. Don't worry, I know for a fact that Nordstrom does not sell cat apparel. Phew...had you scared there for a moment, didn't I? And what I'm hoping for won't be found on the shelves of Petsmart.
So girls, what is it we all know Nordstrom is famous for? That's right!
Ok I hope you're sitting down now. You might need a glass of water, maybe a fan. Take a deep breath. So Glogirly pulls this white box out of the bag and I catch a glimpse of the name on the box. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Before I knew it she opened it up and pulled out my very own pair of Jimmy Choo's! Neither Glogirly nor I have ever had our own pair of Jimmy's before so this was quite a moment.
Aaaah, those skinny high heels make me tingly all over. And they're so shiny I can almost see my gorgeous reflection in them. I am SO going to have fun with these alright. Finally I can kiss those stupid Merrel's and Clark's goodbye. Yeah, they're dependable. Always there. Safe. Comfortable, blah, blah. But I want to run with the big girls now. I want to twist and twirl with reckless abandon. I want to frolic through fields with these strappy little numbers. Well, I really don't have access to a field, so the upstairs carpeting will have to do.
Truth be told, Glogirly has been planning the perfect outfit for an upcoming Christmas party. Naturally I had concerns at first, but I found out the party isn't here so I don't need to worry about a bunch of smelly strangers traipsing through the townhouse.
The other bonus to all of this is that there's no way Glogirly is going to be wearing these new little treasures everyday. I just can't see them at the gym or the grocery store. No way at the bus stop. So with the exception of few special occasions, these wonderful little pieces of shiny, strappy goodness are mine. All mine.
Some kids dream of finding choo choo's underneath the tree on Christmas morning. I suppose even some cats too. But for me Christmas came early today and it came in a beautiful white shoe box. I know you fellow shoe whores can relate.
Let the holidays begin.