On Our Way To Crazy

Because I feel like the last few weeks (months? years?) have been crazy full of stress and frustration and heaviness, today we are going to talk about something fun. Shoes.

I love shoes. I know it’s a stereotypical girly thing to say, but it’s true. I love shopping, I love clothes, I love shoes. I just do. I can’t help it.

Lucky for me, I don’t have expensive taste. I mean, sure, if I could afford it I would buy nicer shoes. More real leather instead of plastic-y fake stuff. Some sturdier heels. Maybe something that doesn’t tear my feet up for the first few wears. Or all the wears.

So maybe you’ve got some extra cash on you. Maybe you really, really like me, and you want to buy me a present. Or maybe you’ve had a rough few weeks too and you need to buy something for yourself. Or just look at pretty pictures.

Flat? Ankle-strap? Peeptoe? So adorable.

I need another pair of flats like I need a hole in my head.

These are way too tall for me. But they are also $24. I am torn.

Turquoise suede! Are you kidding me with this?

I hate wearing t-straps and have absolutely no use for these in my life. And yet. I want.

Completely impractical. Completely awesome.