SHOES!

I love shoes. A few months ago, I made a deal with a friend that, once we both had jobs, we'd go shoe shopping. Now we both do. So, when are we going? Are you going to be around in three weekends? I want some dark casual sneaker-types.

Anyway, that's not the post. This weekend, we went dancing and, after a couple hours moved off the floor for a bit. Some guys came up to us and began chatting with us. I was told that my shoes were tight (although, this came during a conversation about how we weren't dancing because two of my friend's shoes hurt their feet, so I had to clarify if they were "tight as in restrictive or tight as in tight"). I love that my shoes were tight (it was the latter). I love 'em. They're my "brown boots" because that's what I was looking for when I bought them. In reality, they're three-inch pink heels with open toes. Even though I'm tall, I like wearing heels. They make me feel pretty, oh so pretty (not that flats make me feel like a troll under the bridge or anything. Maybe it's the clickity-clack of the shoes. Iono.).

Shoes shoes shoes shoes shoes (sorry, there's not much else to this story). Shoes!