They speak to me. They are my "sole" mates. I've been working on a post about my love for androgynous footwear. You know, flips, chucks, toms... the like. They are what I wear everyday because not only do I chase a toddler around all day, I run errands for the Mad Scientist. Example: yesterday I took a truck full of old steel to an industrial recycling center, then drove over to a welding supply place to exchange a bottle of argon gas. ARGON?! I think that's what it was. Needless to say, I wasn't gettin' all gussied up to go run those errands. The things I do for love, huh? So, the androgynous footwear post is coming, which is ironic because today I bought these (or an almost identical pair).
Yup. I own this pair of shoes now. I couldn't resist. They were on sale! I put them on, and I COULD WALK. My legs instantly looked like those of a 1950's pinup. INSTANTLY. I will wear them probably twice. But I will feel so good when I do. On normal days when my footwear resembles that of a gutterpunk, I will gaze at these babies in my closet and relish in the joy that they are mine. Plus, they have lots of good company in that closet; gorgeous heels and wedges that only get to come out to play a couple of times a year.