Thursday, March 19, 2009
Part of Elizabeth's shoe collection.
Tonight Cath, Amelia and I got to put on our bartending hats for a fancy party for the Decatur Book Festival. How fancy, you ask? It was at a guy's penthouse. We'll call this guy Ted (coincidentally that happens to be his real name too). And I got to escort this guy to the door and up the elevator. Namedropping/linking aside, the highlight of the evening was not shaking famous hands or watching the Atlanta sunset disappear behind the CNN building- it was the shoes!
The beautiful Elizabeth Dewberry let us raid her closet: Prada shifts, Zac Posen suits, sexy Cavalli dresses.... and shoes! Christian Louboutins, Manolos (feathery and white), Chanel ballet flats... le sigh! It was pretty dreamy. Move over Rushdie and let me at the red soles.*
Cath displaying a Bottega Veneta.
Here we are with Elizabeth in her Chanel suit. One day, Cath, one day....
*Literary types, please do not cringe. If J.D. Salinger had walked through the door I would've tossed the shoes off the balcony– or at least put them aside long enough to gawk at him.