I found these Liz Claiborne heels on the sale rack at Stein Mart, and the stars must have been aligned because they were the only pair and they were in my size. And they cost about no dollars. Jon thinks these are pushing it a bit and that it’s clear I’m slowly transforming into my Aunt Lola who is a self-described flashy dresser. Oh, Jon. It’s not the shoes I have in common with Lola. It’s the fact that I still laugh at fart jokes and scratch my butt in public.