I would love to tell you that I mince around the house in beautiful, soft leather pumps while I scoop the litter boxes and make the coffee. That I mince when I'm not tottering around the grocery store feeling up the melons while my feet are shod in the most awesome four inch heeled black ankle boots ever made by human hands. And I mince and totter when I'm not throwing my come fuck me heels over MathMan's shoulders.
Except that would be one big fat lie. Case in point:
And what's worse - I have small feet. Size five or five and a half. That size is hard to find in the women's shoes section so I often resort to shopping in the kids section. You'd never guess, right?
Well, I don't know if you know this, but it's difficult to find stripper shoes in the kids' section. Sperry can't be convinced to add five inch acrylic heels to any of their fashions no matter how many pleas I send them.
So it's pretty much canvas for me. But you can rest assured, the sensible shoes conceal some randy nail colors. Flip flops excepted, of course.
But even shoes need a break so I mostly go barefoot until I can't. And then I put on slippers. And I'm not showing you my slippers. Those feathers and sequins are my little secret.
I'm out of here for today. It's family weekend at Brenau and I'm going to go hang with my Chloe who I miss more than I realized.
Don't forget to visit Geoffrey, Randal and Summer, y'all. I'm going to take tomorrow off and pick up on Monday with the color orange. Which rhymes with -------------
What are your favorite pair of shoes?