Dear Tomaso Galli of Prada,

[Note: I know the people at Prada read my blog but if you personally know Tomaso Galli, please be sure to pass this entry.]

First things first, I forgive you for all that naughty shill-bidding action that you did at the Prada Prototypes Auction. I know I got you busted for bidding on the auction but that’s the past. Let bygones be bygones. Can we be friends? Please? Please pretty please? I fell in love the moment I saw these boots/sandals/whatever the hell you call them and I have one thing to say: I have to have it. It’s the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen in the longest time.

Prada boots

I’m a size 40 — women’s — and I know Prada runs very small. Chances are there’s a size 41 lying around somewhere in viva Italia. Will you please, please, PLEASE for the life of god help me get hold of these boots BEFORE someone else does. If you throw it in for free in an employee discount (which, I’m sure you are very much entitled to since you are Prada’s Communications Director), I’ll forever be your friend. For life. Promise!

I love you Tomaso! You’re a doll. I want those boots. NOW!