nine west

Last night, my sister and I attended the Nine West (shoes) boutique event in Double Bay to celebrate the launch of their new spring line. Sparkling champagne, fresh strawberries, finger foods, and live saxophone music created an atmosphere of class and elegance. Upon arrival, we were each given a raffle ticket for a surprise drawing. At the end of the launch, they announced a winner for a Nine West handbag, which looked less impressive than its valued price.

The room was filled with about twenty shoe-obsessed ladies who seemed to be in heaven. My sister's eyes lit up at the sight of the rows of shoes surrounding us; I've never seen her happier. She bought a pair of slip-on stilettos, lured by the special 20% discount. Fickle! My only opinion about the stilettos was, "Those heels aren't that high, are they going to make me look taller?"

The new season's spring selection featured bright, vibrant colors and patterns. Everyone was in awe of the new line of shoes that Nine West carried, except for me. I was more preoccupied with eating the complimentary strawberries. While the other sophisticated women made small talk and sipped their champagne, I was slurping my iced water and nagging my sister, "Can we go now?"

There was only one guy present at the launch, and he seemed more excited about the shoes than I was. He seemed mildly gay or just overly gentle and feminine. My favorite part of the launch was when they gave us gift bags on our way out. The bag was full of goodies! Girls and their obsessions with shoes - I will never understand it.