For the Love of Jimmy

My years of living in NY and working in NYC, I developed a love fashion.

I remember the first time I passed by a Jimmy Choo store. It's a small boutique on 51st Street. I asked myself, do I have the courage to walk in and browse the store? Will they be rude to me because I'm not of a social class? Well, I chickened out and walked away. I kept playing the scene in my head from the movie, "Pretty Woman", (where Julia Roberts' character was shopping on Rodeo Drive and walked into a fancy store, and they were so mean to her).

Shortly thereafter, I had an event coming up and decided, what the heck, I'm going in! I have money to buy a pair of shoes (that I was saving) so my money is just as good as any one else's. I remember walking in and was greeted by the staff. They were nice! I mean, sincerely nice people. Ordinary, working people, like you and me (that just so happened to have the terrific job of selling J. Choo shoes). My first J. Choo's were called "Glow". I think that was seven or eight years ago and the relationship still continues to blossom. Sometimes, I think it's a curse because my addiction to their shoes is filling up my closet.

I soon developed a relationship with one of the sales woman. I was beginning to learn the ins and outs of it all. I received phone calls for trunk show events and upcoming sales. They have sales?! Now, I only go when it's 50% off (LOL). I tell my friends; they tell their friends and so on and so on.

Here's a little peek of my favorite shoes. The silver ones are Christian Louboutin (my wedding shoes).