I own a pair of Christian Louboutin shoes, and I think that says a lot about me. One part is I own a pair, and the other, that I own only one pair. Also, I only recently learned how to pronounce "Louboutin", so despite knowing who the man is and what he does, I obviously did not care enough to learn how to pronounce his name. Yet I own a pair of his shoes, and I know what it means to own a pair of HIS shoes.
I used to constantly refer to them as The Shoes with the Red Souls, and everyone (I am prone to exaggeration) would know what I was talking about. But shouldn't I want to explain more? Is it relevant? People would know how expensive and rare it was to have a pair of these shoes without me wanting to explain more about them. But what about the craftsmanship? The fact that the entire shoe is leather, not some cheap leather decoy masquerading as the real thing (I am talking about the "patent" crap). And that is just the tip of the iceberg.
Despite the fact that all of this is mulling through my head as I exclaim, "I have a pair of red souled shoes," people still give me cock eyed looks as if to say,"Why would you spend so much?"
Honestly, I could care less about their cost. Its the fact that I bought them because they were the coveted shoes they were, not because they were expensive and marked with large monogrammed "CL"'s. But it does bother me that I do not have the desire to explain anything about them...that owning these shoes is like an inadvertent, meaningless right of passage.
So, which passage did I miss? Does it matter?
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