The girl who lived in her shoes...
Friday afternoon was pleasantly spent shopping for ridiculously extravagant shoes with J and M on Market.
I wanted something that whispered "coquette" but instead walked out with something that screams "cockette."
They are a fabulous pair of slingbacks and *exactly* what a Shanghai drag queen with a Dirty Dancing obsession would wear.
I love them. I actually wanted to bring them over to a friend's house tonight and introduce her to them, but thought better of it. (It's a bit more wantonly indicative of the whole shoes-as-substitute-for-relationship thing than I'm prepared to admit right now.)
However I've accepted that a good pair of shoes is the best panacea for a bad date.
And with that, today I saw THE cutest Marc Jacobs canvas wedge with a bow:
Like this but red.
But they're like $290 dollars. I'm going to have to get violated by a fucking midget dressed as a Klingon to justify these.
I wanted something that whispered "coquette" but instead walked out with something that screams "cockette."
They are a fabulous pair of slingbacks and *exactly* what a Shanghai drag queen with a Dirty Dancing obsession would wear.
I love them. I actually wanted to bring them over to a friend's house tonight and introduce her to them, but thought better of it. (It's a bit more wantonly indicative of the whole shoes-as-substitute-for-relationship thing than I'm prepared to admit right now.)
However I've accepted that a good pair of shoes is the best panacea for a bad date.
And with that, today I saw THE cutest Marc Jacobs canvas wedge with a bow:
Like this but red.
But they're like $290 dollars. I'm going to have to get violated by a fucking midget dressed as a Klingon to justify these.