(Photo for betchai … see, I do have those shoes!) LOL

With that said, let me rewind in reference to my latter post (being parts one and two of my rambling Carrie Bradshaw brigade), and pose this simple question.  What have we learned from this Sex and the City savage style haven of fashion pornography? 

I have no f@%!king clue. 

Albeit relationships happen whether you’re prepared or not… the ups and downs, the side-winding curves, jilting somersaults, and I can’t believe you blackouts… no matter what designer you’ve managed to douse yourself in.  And a great pair of savage kicks always seems to fit, seeing as their fated holy grail-grandeur is the only practical solution to severe bouts of melancholy-ness.  I’m stretching it a bit, but who cares.    

Naturally, this hardly theoretical premise got me thinking.  They say life is what happens when your busy making other plans… but I’m wondering if life is what happens when you forget the damn agenda altogether.  Okay, for some the notional assumption of life is that the soul searching boulevard can and will better aid these wanderlusts moments if accompanied by a pair of Louboutins (when all you have are converse).  Albeit for others the mere mention springs a tearful reality to the hardcore truth, (there it is again) in that we all just need a Carrie Bradshaw breather.  Even if it is reduced to only 145 minutes of film…     

Because finding the perfect life, love, middle, beginning, or end to our realities/fairytales is like finding the perfect pair of ankle boots… sometimes, a girl has to try them on repeatedly until she finally gets it right.  Now that’s love at first sight.