I’ve done a fair amount of shopping in my time, but my grandmother never fails to show me up, both in resourcefulness and taste. Grammy always takes me and my cousins shopping for Christmas, which she enjoys because she gets to “keep up with trends.” I find this ironic considering it is usually she who points out “what’s in this season.” For example, this year, I was looking for a good pair of ankle boots, since I ran the last pair into the ground. I waste an hour or so of our time, indecisively mulling over a pair of unimpressive Elizabeth and James boots and a somewhat more interesting pair of Seven’s. Grammy tolerates my selections, but is generally unimpressed. She suggests we “look a little more,” and we pass a boutique where she immediately points out the cutest boots I’ve seen that day, if not this year. Upon closer inspection, yes, Grammy has found “the best bootie.” Slight platform: check. Rounded cap toe: check. Motorcycle boot buckle detail: check. Oh and the icing on the cake? They’re Balenciaga. And 75% off.