As if chick-lit queen and Princess Diaries author Meg Cabot isn't cool enough as it is, her soon-to-be-released novel Runaway can only be described as Twilight meets Gossip Girl. A little fashion, a little sci-fi, and a lot of perfect-reprieve-from-final-exams fun. Even better? Here's a guest post straight from Meg to celebrate her latest book (read on for a giveaway!):I’m just going to admit it: I love the characters and the stories of Sex and the City, but I don’t get the shoe thing. All you do in New York City is walk (personally, I can never find a cab with the ease Carrie seems to), so it’s pretty much guaranteed (at least if you’re me) that at some point your heel is going to go through a sidewalk grate and get ruined.
Do you really want to be wearing a pair of $600 stilettos when this happens? All mourn this pair of Guiseppe Zanottis, victims of having the heel stuck in a sidewalk grate:
I’ve never had a pair of shoes stolen off my feet in the street the way Carrie did, but I knew exactly what was going to happen the time a hostess required her to leave her shoes at the door of a party. The only time I’ve ever been robbed in NYC was at a party: Somewhere out there is a Fendi purse of mine that someone else took home from the coat room of a Manhattan dinner party I attended.
My closet in Florida, which contains mostly florals, and of course a small fridge for fashion emergencies. I get that Sex and the City, like most of the books that I write (including the Airhead series), is pure fantasy. That’s what makes it so fun!But just like there’s no such thing as a brain transplant, I believe there’s no such thing as a comfortable pair of Louboutins. At least, I’ve never found a pair that I can walk in without falling down. Of course, even I can’t resist a skinny heel now and then. Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to take these out of the box:
I’ll always love to watch (and read about) girls who run all over NYC in sky high heels. But for real life, I’ll wear designers who understand a woman’s need to get around the dangerous obstacle course that is modern life.
Michael Kors is my hands down favorite (his heels are wide enough to give any sidewalk grate a run for its money).Leave a comment about "the one that got away," clothing- or accessory-wise, and you'll be entered to win a $100 Zappos.com giftcard, courtesy of Meg Cabot and Scholastic. The winner will be selected by me (and hopefully some input from my roommates!) in one week. Oh, and mine was the cutest navy Ralph Lauren rugby top with a plaid placket, collar, and cuffs from seventh grade. It slipped into my "get rid of" pile one fateful fall never to be seen again, but I honestly think I would wear it to this day.
