And the angels sang

No, this is not a foot fetish blog, please move right along...ok well, maybe it has a slight fetish-like quality to it, but definitely not in a weird I-want-to-lick-your-smelly-shoes kind of way.

More in a I-just-saw-a-real-live-physical-perfection-pair-of-Louis-Vuitton-shoes, um, kind of way. And it was amazing. I immediately called my boyfriend (on another continent and half a world away) to admit to him that I had just had a true shoe porn experience, and that I was sorry, but that I did not feel guilty and it is very likely to occur again - in fact, I am planning to go looking for these experiences on purpose.

I have been travelling quite a bit recently - something that is likely to continue in the forseeable future and I will take my little pleasures wherever I can find them. Anyone thinking that travelling for business is glamorous, please do try it for a while and then get back to me - that is once you're caught up on sleep, managed to catch up with all those friends you had to decline invitations from and gotten on top of everything else. I won't be holding my breath...

Anyway, the point of this ramble is this - life is too short to avoid shoe-porn moments (even if your moment does not in any way contain shoes, which frankly, I find rather alarming but quite unlikely). Hold them close and if you can, find someone with a willing credit card to fund them for you.