I mentioned that I came home from Vegas with new shoes. And they need to be photographed and shared. Also, I lied about being able to fit them all in my suitcase – Bart did have to take one pair, which I’m sure he was thrilled about when his bag got searched during security (“Why yes, sir, I do know how these shoes got in my bag.”)
Anyway, here is pair number one. These were a birthday gift from my Mom.
Pair number two, from the store of Mom’s closet. I do not like these shoes without feet in them. They look kind of frumpy, I think. On your feet, though, they are pretty awesome.
These are the ones Bart had in his suitcase – they look like him, no? My younger sister left these for me since they were a wee bit small for her and I have the smallest feet in the family (my mom and my sisters and I all have shoe sizes within about 1 size of each other. This rocks). Other shoes from the Store of Mom’s Closet. I’m wearing these ones right now. They are also very comfortable (and of course, comfortable when referring to high heels means “all skin that was on my feet when I got out bed is still on my feet now” not “I could run a marathon in these shoes” (of course, I couldn’t run a marathon at all, except maybe in shoes that had a motor on them and I could just stand there and be rolled along for 26 miles, but still. . . )).
Look, leapord print. Awesome.
I asked Bart a few weeks ago what he thought of a certain pair of shoes in a catalog. He said he thought they were fine, but really he preferred high heels to anything else. So I am doing my best to oblige. Plus, I’ve found I love being a few inches taller. Also, I think this means I have unlimited funds to now go buy shoes, right? Wasn’t that what he meant?