Um, Buffy?

[deep_red_bells]

I have no clue if they have a wooden heel or not, but I think I have to have these. Holy mother of God.

ETA: Oh God, they come in white. Nnngh. I may also need these.

Comments

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Is that a 'bloody hell, those are fabulous' or a 'bloody hell are you fucking loony'?

[not-noble.livejournal.com]

Both...I'd not touch the Maddens if you paid me. I don't know what woman's foot they make those shoes to fit, but it's most certainly not mine.

The other pair are quite lovely, though. Brilliant.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

You don't like the Maddens? Really?! Well, at least I never have to worry about you taking them, then. Cause, I so bought them.

Buffy found the perfect slaying shoes: http://www.shoes.com/Shop/ProductDetails.aspx?p=EC1034885 I think I may also buy a pair.

[not-noble.livejournal.com]

Bollocking shit...the natural pair, is that a real wood heel?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

YES. That's why they're perfect. Capitana says a good, well aimed kick and POOF. I am so gonna try that.

[not-noble.livejournal.com]

Have you bought a pair yet? I'll do it for you now, if you'd like.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Not yet, I've been toying with my credit card, like...I want them so badly.

[not-noble.livejournal.com]

Don't get them...I've already placed the order. You can take one of my chore schedules for the rest of the month and call it even, yeah? Dishes sound all right?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

...You did not just buy me a hundred and seventy five dollar pair of shoes in exchange for a month of dishes.

[not-noble.livejournal.com]

No, I just bought us both the shoes, and I want fuck all for the shoes...but if I didn't ask you to pay something in favors or cash, you'd likely not take them.

So shut it, yeah?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

...Okay.

[not-noble.livejournal.com]

Brilliant.

Just remember, Old Woman Woodman complains if you leave spots on the glasses.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Honey, my grandmother ran a cleaning service up until she got too sick to work. I think I can handle it.

And, thanks.

[not-noble.livejournal.com]

Whatever.