The birthday spoils, two weeks after the fact.
(By the way, whenever I post something like this, I’m always convinced that this is the day that one of my former professors will Google me and think to themselves “hmm, she wrote some really lovely papers on the Communist Revolution in my class; must have been a fluke, since she now seems really into shoes and not much else.”).
Shoes, Shoes, Shoes:
A skirt that looks much better ironed, but I’m afraid I’m one of those people who doesn’t iron anything until I’m actually planning to wear it. So right now it’s a wrinkly, straight-from-the-dryer mess.
I also got two sweaters. This one (in black) from my mom, and another one that looks excellent on, but on a hanger it looks like a Mr. Rogers sweater, so I didn’t post any pictures for fear that you’d all think I’d lost my mind.