I went to a proposal meeting today, along with one of the partners I work for, and another staff member.
After the meeting, one of the women we met with commented on my shoes.
Why?
Hot pink Amalfi flats, pierced leather styling. "Exclusively for Nordstrom." We chatted a few minutes about shoes . . . I told her I have largely sworn off heels; my feet simply won't take them any more. I now gravitate toward stylish flats, for suits and casual wear, both.
One of my nicknames is the "Tax Goddess," a monicker given to me by one of our clients, and during the course of our presentation, that information was relayed to our prospective clients. On the way out the door, I overheard one of the women remark, "I've never met a goddess before."
I can hear it now. "Honey, I met a Goddess today . . . and she was wearing hot pink shoes."
Hmm. The devil may wear Prada, but the Goddess always wears Amalfi.
