I love my Louboutin Simple 70 pumps in black patent. Here they are, posing with Frangelico.
Muscular-shouldered Italiano love-stud sidling up to coquettish French style icon. I’m doing my bit for harmony in Europe. God knows they need it right now, with all that quibbling over who-owes-who-what, who-diddled-what-balance-of-payments-data, whose-bank-duped-whom etc etc (sheesh, sounds a little like life at Palazzo Trivialista when Triv and Signor Seriousimo grit their teeth for the Bi-Annual Come To Jesus Financial Summit).
I have loved these cloddies half to death; thus they recently had to go into the Heavy Maintenance Hangar for a bit of TLC. The noice lady there suggested some re-soling, which concerned me. What would happen to the signature redness, the internationally-recognised signifier of sole style? I fretted in vain (which, the older I get, seems to be the only way I fret). I present to you…
…red replacement soles! Evidently, a certain class of clodhopper maintenance hangar is willing to cater for those of us to whom the original shade of CL sole is important. Love it. Happy treads, happy Triv.