Hey guys!
This is Jackie- Amy's sister. I am the girl that bought those really high black boots, (you always search for size 5 shoes for Amy to bring at the Brooklyn flea market). Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you! I love love love my boots. I have had a lot of compliments on them and wear them every day. I am looking forward to coming back and getting more. You guys are the best.
Thanks again.
Sincerely,
Jackie D
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Hello there friends!
A couple weeks back, my sister and I checked out the Brooklyn Flea Market and we both scored some pretty decadent footwear from the likes of some jovial people. We were given your card, and to my wonderful surprise we are up on the front page of your website, amidst some jazzy haitians and their equally jazzy merchandise with the ferocious NENEE155! logo in the foreground! how that picture captures the highlight of our day! We were told to blog about our experience, but as I am technologically delayed, I do not know how to blog, thus this email. so here it is:
Who knew that a rainy day in Brooklyn would provide my sister and I the most memorable and dare I say, delicious shoe shopping experience of our lives. My sister and I, hailing from Vancouver, Canada, rarely encounter moments of such bewilderment and fascination (aka it gets boring at times up here in the great white north), yet it was in the Brooklyn Flea Market with an encounter with a pair of rambunctious, yet solidly dressed Haitian men that our Canadian souls were captured! With the remark from one of the towering (well they were towering in my eyes) salesmen, my sister and I apparently had "rice and beans cheeks". With a quivering smile on my face not knowing if I should be offended or flattered and if i were to be stabbed in the face, I decided to continue to persue through their selection of attractive boots. My eyes were transfixed on a stunning camel-coloured pair showcasing laces that intertwined to the very top of the shoe; in my head I imagined Nancy Drew sporting these babies on a date with the Hardy Boys, thus I HAD to get them.
My sister was lucky enough to find a pair for herself too...i wonder which fictious characters she envisioned to be wearing her boots. Some verbal interactions with the properly dressed men occured, in which we found out that some of their proceeds went to Haiti (which compelled me to buy my Nancy Drew boots even more), that the 2 salesmen were not brothers, and that their friend from Japan was taking pictures for them(thank goodness for the clarification, I began to think that photographer was a creeper, alas he was not). As their scintillating beats infiltrated the Flea air, I could not help but shimmy my hips and do the swizzle whilst wearing my new footwear; i was THAT happy. Thankfully I was joined by new found Haitian friends (out of pity they may have joined in my shimmying, and if that is the case, such good people they are!) in our little jive. All in all my sister and I are so happy to have scored some awesome boots, but also had the opportunity to meet such fantastic peeps! Great energy plus great footwear = a bamboozling brooklyn experience!
Keep up the great dancing guys!
Thank-you for your great customer service! Canada needs a handful of you lovelies!
xo,
Gillian aka Rice and Beans Cheeks.
