Can you believe it! I want to put all of our Beyonce birth speculation away for one moment, and try to get past the general distaste we feel due to being lied to for so long, because this outfit? It’s just this: pretty cute. It’s colorful and springy and feminine, while looking take-charge and get-business-done. I love it. If I could replicate it, I would. But then again, if I could replicate it, that means I’d probably be able to drop a grand on a skirt and not have the conscience that there are much wiser ways to spend my money. And in spending news, Beyonce’s commissioning Christian Louboutin to make shoes for her growing baby girl (which’ll probably cost a fortune and only get two or three wears):
[Beyonce] has reportedly asked Christian Louboutin to design a matching pair of shoes for herself and Blue.
Beyonce and Blue Ivy were recently pictured wearing Marc Jacob cat slippers while out for a little stroll in New York, and combined the combined price tag for their Charlotte Olympia cat flats was around $700 but a pair of red-bottoms could be in the thousands.
Let’s talk about this for a second, alright? I think the most expensive pair of shoes I’ve ever bought was probably in the $150 range, and I suffered bouts of grief and guilt and paranoia for almost three months after the purchase. Granted, I didn’t return them; I actually wore them ’til the soles began to wear out, and it was the only expensive pair of shoes I bought for a three-year period, so I really *only* ended up spending $50 on them (or at least, that’s what I told myself to help alleviate the stomach ulcers that started to grow). This is plainly how I justified it to myself. But paying “thousands” for shoes? Yeah, I know that you spend proportionately to what you earn, and those who make ten times more than I do are apt to spend ten times more than I do, but come on. Beyonce wasn’t born rich, so to be dropping this kind of money on something so temporary and so … OK, I’ll say it – WASTEFUL – when there are people out there who can’t put a decent meal on the table really kind of boggles the mind.
I’m going to get off my soapbox now, and I’m probably going to whip out those shoes that I bought so long ago (YEAH I still have them) and wear them as punishment for the next three days while I think of ways to make it right in the world for spending so frivolously all those years ago. Maybe I’ll go offer to scrub the latrines pro bono at my local Walmart or something.