...people who are supposed to help you, can't? Like when you call customer service about your tempermental cell phone and the representative from Bangladesh* agrees that your phone is messed up and suggests you head to your nearest T-Mobile to get that shit checked out? Or when you go to a store and the lady's all, are you looking for anything specific? And you're all, yeah a [insert something incredibly simple here, like a little back dress]. And the sales lady is all, oh idk if we have that. ??
I managed to find a dress for my homegirl's bashment. It's a slinky number with rouching detail that hits just above the knee. I had the perfect kind of shoe in mind to go along with it. You know, a closed toe, T-strap, 4 inch pump, with a ruffle detail on the strap. Like this:
Not only could I not find said shoe IRL while shopping today; no one knew what I was getting at either. I mean, help a sister out, please.
Ah well, good ole slingback standbys it is then...
*Okay, I exaggerate. I don't think T-Mobile outsources its customer service personelle. I could care less anyway seeing as I have AT&T. More bars in more places, bitches!
**Yeah, I know that one is technically a peep toe. But, so what? I would dead ass wear them tomorrow in this NYC winter. And I dare you to look at me funny. :P
[Images via here, here, && here]