My Life as a Manolo Girl!

Last night was such an experience.  As I'm thinking back on it now, it is all I can do not to cry.  Really.  I just told the whole story to my co-workers and I did cry.

After work, Vic, Sarai and I went down to Tyson's Corner in VA to go to Neiman Marcus, since Neiman and Sak's are the only two department stores that carry Manolos in the area.  I was over the moon excited, as you can imagine, and still in shock that Vic was going to buy me such fabulous, drool-worthy shoes and that he would drive out of state to do it!  As we were on our way down the road, our first dance song, Lady in My Life, came on.  It felt like a sign.  I sent him a text message telling him that I loved him and what an awesome, awesome dude he is.

When we finally got to Neiman's, I was flabbergasted.  This was only the second time I had ever been inside a Neiman Marcus - the first time, I only went to the Laura Mercier counter and bought a face powder - I barely got inside the front door.  But now, there I was, riding up in the marble-floored elevator to the second floor - Women's shoes.  Oh my God.  I saw shoes and designer labels that I'd never seen outside of the internet or television.  Prada, Christian Louboutin, Dior, Gucci, an entire f*in Chanel room!  And, to my left ... Manolo Blahniks.  I timidly and reverently approached the leopard-print mary janes, only to find that they only had them in size 10.  My hopes were dashed!  But then, the salesman ... okay, anecdote: That salesman was hot as all hell.  Dark chocolate creamy skin.  A suit that looked like he was born it, it fit so well.  A bracelet that clearly cost him a grip.  Beautiful teeth.  He looked like he could buy and sell me and he was just working in the freaking shoe department!  Okay, back to the story: The salesman came over and asked if he could offer a suggestion and encouraged me to try the black leather slingbacks.  Off he went to get them.  I was buzzing with anticipation.  When he got back, he took off my Isaac Mizrahi for Target shoe (Hey!  It's bargain basement, but still designed by Isaac Mizrahi, so I wasn't embarrassed.  Much.) and slipped the Manolo on my foot.  I felt like motherfrickin' Cinderella up in that piece!!!!  That shoe felt like butter.  It conformed to my foot, y'all.  Oh.  my.  God.  I actually closed my eyes and had a shoegasm.  It was a religious experience.  Sarai started talking and Vic actually shushed her because he could see that I was having a moment.  Vic went off with the salesman to pay for the shoe and I almost cried.  I floated all the way to the car.  And then he took us all to dinner at PF Chang's which just made everything so perfect ... lettuce wraps can do that for a girl.

I know that this might not seem like much, but for me?  It was everything.  It's not the shoe.  The shoe is gorgeous and flawless and fantabulous.  But it wasn't the shoe that made last night so good.  It was the experience ... it was feeling like a freaking princess.  I felt special and elegant and glamorous.  And I felt that way not because of shopping in Neiman Marcus (though that wasn't bad by any means), but because my husband had listened to me and acted on it.  All the years that I've been fiending for those shoes and talking about it, I thought it went in one ear and out the other.  But it didn't.  He listened.  And he saved his pennies.  And he gave me an experience that I will never, ever have again.  If I can afford to buy myself 500 more pairs of swanky shoes, it will never be like that first time.  The time when my prince made me feel like his princess.  It was exquisite.  I felt loved and cherished and pampered.  And I am so glad that Sarai was there to see it all - Vic is a great, great example of what she should look for in a husband ... a man who listens, cares, and acts.  I love him immeasurably.

I am now the proud, proud (freakin' proud!) owner of these:

Comments

[Londa]

You have yourself a winner (I'm talking about Vic), but I think you know that already. Oh yeah - cool shoes.

[brookie]

oh wow. I am SO HAPPY for you... on all accounts- Vic is such a sweetie and gasp, girl I'm gonna cry FOR YOU :)

but wait girl wait girl...see the BEST Part IS..

You deserve it!

[Amy]

Damn, that just made me cry!

Give Vic a big hug and kiss from me, for being such a great partner to you and for making you so happy!

[Tonyette]

As soon as I read "Manolo" I was like "AS IN BLAHNIK?!" I gasped in excitement as I read the story! You own a pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes...that your husband purchased! Whoo!! THIS is why the Marshalls are on my list (of people whose marriage I'd like to model mine after...once I get married!) I must come over and drool at them! I'll bring my own napkins!

[Julia]

I am so glad you able to get your beautiful, Carolyn's. I am also happy and elated in the way you wrote about the beautiful express of love for you and your family. It makes a single girl like me elated. You deserve all the favor and greatness that God has for you.

[Toya]

Thank you all for your comments. It was a really special experience! I'm still smiling!

[Dilly]

BEST CHRISTMAS STORY EVER!!!! You are a lucky woman!

[kia]

toya, what great news! wonderful husband! now you are high stepping! (your target shoes are great because you like them, no matter who made them!)

[J]

Yay!!! Great story!I'm so happy for you! I shall add you to the list of spoiled wives I know.:)

[Sparkles Anon!]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. :)

[jill]

Thats so great. My DH would never do something like that...if I want something I get it for myself (and that is not only material things. I want to hug or have sex or kiss or have dinner together, I gotta make it happen, or it wont). But that's my pity party. I am really happy for you.

[Lisa]

I've told all my friends you got those shoes and how sweet your husband is

[Jennifer]

Awww this just made me a little misty. :) Great husband!! Great writeup!! Lucky girl!!

[Toya]

Thanks! It makes me misty, too!

I'm wearing the shoes today, BTW.