Blacktress never missed good sample or warehouse sale shopping. It was a sport. A hundred women darting around a maze of affordable designer shoes and clothes piled to the rafters. May the best woman find the best buys, in the right size, and get them safely home. It was beautiful.
Blacktress was already scoring major points. She had found a few darling, little, vintage inspired sundresses and sky high, come hither pumps. (All of which would only set her back about 70 bucks) The knock-kneed girl had seen Blacktress fish the pumps out of the size ten pile, and was subtly chasing her around, hoping she’d fumble and put them down. And Blacktress did put them and her guard down, (but just for a second), as she rummaged through her purse to find her buzzing cell phone. And for a panic ridden moment the shoes seemed to disappear into the madness of the sprawling warehouse.