I spend every Thanksgiving with my "other family" in the Hamptons, my best friend Erin, Harrison her son (my godson) and the rest of her crazy family (which includes about 25 people , only immediate members). We have the typical massive feast, go around the table saying our thanks, play games, sing, dance and eventually relax by the fire drinking and talking.
I wore these booties thinking they were so creative, fun and funky. I think the use of a simple, random house hold object like tacks to create texture and dimension is quite clever. And I can never have enough ankle booties. On my way to the LIRR (long island railroad) I found myself stuck in the midst of the Thanksgiving day parade. That f*cking parade, 6 Avenues surrounding Penn Station blocked off, the masses of people (ONLY tourists that would evidently only stand right where I needed to pass) starring up into the sky as if God was calling to them...no its just Charlie Brown filled with hot air, police men and women directing you only in the longest and most incorrect route possible. Needless to say this journey took far longer than expected with the tacks of my booties scratching the pavement the entire time. When I finally reached the station I found I had missed the train by a mere 3 mins, and they next would arrive in 3 hours....not so amazing. Being a New Yorker (in my own mind I believe that) I quickly found an ulterior form of transportation in the shape of the Jitney (sometimes referred to as the Shitney). Back to the booties...when I finally took my seat I looked down at my poor little drained feet , only to realize that multiple tacks had fallen off!!! There were bald, black leather spots scattered all over my shoes...This problem was easily solved with 4 trips to various drug stores, and 1 to a hardware store. Apparently round silver tacks are sold out everywhere on the East side (perhaps other women with these booties had encountered the same problem and sought out the tacks). I finally found and bought 400 extra tacks and now carry them out with me when venturing out in these clever yet dysfunctional little booties.