When I think of bankers, my pea brain conjures up a very straight-laced image of tailored suits, briefcases, and proper black loafers: think the guys from the Fidelity Fiduciary song in Mary Poppins.

Imagine the shock, wonder, and amazement I experienced yesterday when I was at the bank and my favorite teller, Ben,
told me that he was wearing boots, platform boots, to work today! I was in a rush, so sadly I didn’t have time to ask for a full description of his footwear. I’m hoping to find some banking matters to tend to today, so I can catch a glimpse (and hopefully a photo) of his Halloween heels. I’m really hoping they look something like these gold sparkly platforms.
Needless to say, any company that understands shoes need not be serious–especially around Halloween–is a place I want to do business!
P.S. It never ceases to fascinate me how some guys actually manage to walk (or run!) quite well in heels, yet I still see young ladies that can’t seem to walk without wobbling…











I’m not sure at what point my life turned into True Life:
after my 
her feet!!! This time I didn’t even try and hide my reaction: I just stared. Seriously?! Those are even worse than
I met a girl earlier that evening in a pair of a-mazing $1,000 Pierre Hardy stilettos. Sure, we chatted about those, but what she was even more excited about were the 


