At an audition today the casting director was wearing a pair of these clogs by No.6 that I have been lusting after.
I complemented her on them and she said she had just purchased them and that they were so, so, so very comfortable. She also rolled down the top so I could feel the super soft shearling inside. Divine. She told me where I could buy them. I lamented that I could not afford the $400 price tag but assured her that if I booked this job I would definitely get them 🙂

As soon as I left the audition I checked my Blackberry and saw that I had an email from none other than Gwyneth Paltrow (or whoever writes that GOOP newsletter) saying that she was freezing her ass off (oh Gwyneth, how naughty!) and if I was ALSO freezing my ass off SHE urged ME to buy…. the VERY SAME BOOTS! Now, I thought, that is a coincidence! Surely if four hundred and twenty dollars were to fall from the sky I would definitely rush to No.6 and buy the damn boots!

As I got off the G train I decided to finally mail my grandmother’s birthday card (so sweet, I know) and check my P.O. Box. The mail box of course housed that old albatross around my neck The New Yorker (an albatross because I can NEVER finish it in a week) but what was hidden beneath the magazine you ask??? An UNEXPECTED check from my agents in the amount of four hundred and twenty three dollars and ninety six cents exactly. “Thank you universe” I exclaimed as I bounced home. “I asked and you gave!” Now it seems written in the stars for me to have these booties since God practically put them on hold for me. What do you think? Make God happy and buy the boots? Or make husband happy and put the money in savings?