Craving red shoes
The ones in the middle are my favorite Franco Sarto's Napoli. Nice platform, a luscious red suede and a graceful, manageable heel. Somehow shoes never look as good in a nine as they do in the sixes they use for display. My Ma has fantastic legs; mine look like they came off a piano. I wonder what she'd look like in red heels. A Thanksgiving story about government cheese. Chocolate and Zucchini led me here and now I am dazzled. How will be survive without a terrine press?