Jimmy Choo is my Daddy!

Not all shoes are ugly on purpose. Some just end up the trend and when that trend has out lived its purpose the shoe becomes ugly. Others however, are born that way.

Sitting high on a shelf in the worlds best closet owned by an uptown Celebutante, dusted and well kept away from those 'other' shoes are a pair of Jimmy Choo's. Being picked on is not in her vocabulary though some think the goddess of shoes has lost her marbles.



Black leather with silver snake skin, and tiny buckles to accent her perfectly poised demeanor, even she is not always the Belle of the ball.

Other shoes hear mutterings in the night in a faint voice "There's dust trying to contaminate me, I know it." or a small cry of "This air is going to be the death of me." She costs more than some peoples rent at nearly $650.00, yet for all her glamour in the world she still has been worn only once.

The muddy Gym shoes that just came in from a rainy run want her to come down so he can work on her snake skin, but she scoffs at him and yells "Jimmy Choo is my Daddy!" then mutters something about associating with a 'dirty scoundrel'. Apparently even high class fuck me pumps have their limits.

She was worn to the Met one night, and has been shelved for eternity, after all who has cause to wear these things twice? The dust and air threaten to dull her color, and she's never really been broken in. Ugly and expensive - double whammy.