Pictured above: my much-adored purple Juno heels, the toast of every single event I’ve ever worn them to (not a great picture, but trust: I cannot walk three steps in these things without getting stopped by someone wanting to know where they’re from). They were about $90, on sale down from much more, and I bought them at a random pop-up sample sale on Broadway, so I never know where to send all these purple-shoe-wanting people.
Today, the sample sale reappeared. Across the street from its earlier incarnation. And yet intrepid me spotted it and went in, determined to find out whether the best heels in the world are up for sale and to bring this information back to you, my wonderful readers.
Alas, the purple is nowhere to be seen.
(Broadway and Spring, across from Uniqlo.)