I'm getting girly for part 2 of my fictional Christmas wish list! Here are items I want but can't have in my wardrobe come Christmas morning!
They have to be magic. I refuse to believe that fighting and/or committing criminal mischief effectively in stilettos is a power shared by all super women, however un-powered or untrained they may otherwise be. Therefore, the power must lie in the shoes. These beauties will add six to eight inches to your height and give you that sexy, femme fatale sway in your step, while in no way impairing your ability to run, jump, walk, or stand for extended periods of time.
Catwoman’s costume color will work with any outfit, and we know her pair has to be good. Not only can this non-superpowered woman maneuver in them with ease, she can do it silently. That’s sort of her thing. Anyone who’s ever worn real world heels (or worked in an office with someone who does) knows that’s a hell of a feature. And if Santa’s feeling extra generous, I could sure feel nice and secure walking those unfamiliar alleys to job interviews in the sharpened version from The Dark Knight Rises.
I’ve wanted this purse, the one that can safely carry anything without getting bigger or heavier, since before it was written into fictional existence. Probably since around the time I had to buy a bigger purse so I could carry Order of the Phoenix around with me. Nowadays I keep a careful limit on how large any new purse I buy is allowed to be, specifically to avoid the chiropractor visits my giant hardcover-friendly one caused. My kindle does a lot to aid my resolve on this matter, but I’ll never stop yearning for the accessory that allows me to have all the real books, real notepads, pens, pepper spray, giftcards of uncertain amounts, and loose change I could want at my fingertips.
And what do I say to the argument that Hermione got the idea from Mary Poppins? I say Mary could learn from Hermione’s fashion sense.
This one has no magical properties, stated or implied. This is just a dress, perfect for walking the red carpet, shooting entitled would-be rapists in the stomach, setting high ranking Nazi officials on fire, putting out said fires with gasoline, and generally looking even more badass while doing it than one otherwise might, and I want it. So there.
Hey, the category is fashion, after all.
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