Charles & Keith

We were on our way for drinksies at the Laundry Bar when a friend of ours complained that the heels that she had just bought was killing her. I don’t know how literal she was because the thought of a five-​inch purple sling back stiletto going about town looking for her with a knife on its strap waiting to pounce at her sounds a little too ridiculous. But I’m sure that wasn’t the case. She was desperate to change her shoes so we made our way to Charles and Keith.
She power-​walked herself in and headed straight to the ballerina flats. My other friend and I spent some time looking through some of their other heels. Being fashion folk, anything less than a 4″ heel was absolute blasphemy. We would be struck by lightning and shunned by our peers. Ok not really, but the shunning part is somewhat true.
The place was not short, or should I say tall, on heels. Some were nice and some not really. But if I had to say, maybe about 60% of the heels are absolutely gorgeous. What I loved about this place is that it was a corner lot store so they had a very big space and had two separate entrances to the store which made it all the more accessible to the public.
The interior looked like any other Charles and Keith but what set them apart is that they had a bigger accessory section that housed the various bags, belts, sunglasses and clutches.
My friend soon emerged from the crowd in brand-​spanking-​new black 4″ peeptoes, she said the ones she just bought are comfortable and she promised those weren’t going to kill her for the rest of the night. It didn’t.
Thank you Charles and Keith, you know how witchy (give or take a letter) a woman can get when her feet hurts.