Jennifer Plesko

A few weeks ago, I stumbled across this article about the cobra shoes at Harrod’s in London. That led to a shoe discussion over IM with a friend who is a fellow shoe enthusiast. Then we started exchanging pictures of shoes we wanted like they were pictures of cute boys in Tiger Beat magazine. And that’s when this conversation happened.

Me: Those are cute! They look like they came from Anthropologie.

Her: A store in which I could go utterly broke.

Me: Me too. I want to have that store’s babies.

Her: Totally. They have all this insanely cute stuff I don’t need. Aprons? I don’t need an apron! But … I TOTALLY WANT TO PAY YOU $60 FOR THIS APRON. They use mind control tricks. Srsly. The Illuminati of retail.

Me: I love Neiman’s too, but that’s more like having a crush on a celebrity that you know you’ll never be with.

Her: Exactly. Anthropologie is the cute guy in home room. Neiman’s is Harrison Ford.

Me: Yeah. Nordstrom is more like a local musician. It could happen under the right circumstances.

Her: I love this metaphor.