Stocks, politics, and ankle boots.

I was upstairs sipping a beer and playing the hateful, impossibly addictive marble game when my dad came up the stairs and slapped his Wall Street Journal down on the table in front of me:

We’ve been reading aloud from the WSJ all week. My dad spends at least 2 hours a day immersed in it, so it didn’t surprise me this article by Rachel Dodes had received his full attention. The C+C tentacles have spread far and wide.

I now know all about these boots. You know about the Otway boots? They’re the big thing right now—sold out everywhere.

Dad—I hope this is your way of offering to buy them for me…

Well, of course I know about these boots. Isabel Marant is hands down my favorite designer in operation right now. (As evidenced by my guest post for Where the Sidewalk Begins…, my brush with greatness on Nantucket this October, my Marant-laced daydreams of road trips to Taos, and my desktop ‘inspiration’ file filled with her runway looks.) The Otway boots are sprayed all over C+C.

Apparently they are selling on ebay for around $1200. If you can find your size. But I’m staying as far away from ebay as I can for a spell… I spent the week trying to dispute a case from a lovely young woman in Houston, TX who claims she never got those Dior shoes I sent. Fortunately, I’m on the phone right now with Paypal (armed with a tracking number and info proving she signed for the package—what an idiot!), heart racing with excitement, hoping to get my money back and nail her ass to the wall. She refused to respond to any of my emails, which I noted, then reacted to by sending her close to 30 emails yesterday, one of which expressed hope that she might break her ankle in her new shoes. Too much? Probably. Do I care? Nope.

Pardon the rant. Did I mention it’s no good being on my bad side?

-Carey