Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. Shoes.

I've pondered whether I'm a shoe or a bag person. It bothered me, so I asked my boyfriend and my brother who both answered abruptly, shoes. When asked why, they both answered that I suffer for my shoes. There is way too much truth in that. I have the most uncomfortable shoes but they look so good I'll wear them all day all while regretting and not regretting every aching moment.

Which reminds me I have to do one of these (for lack of a better word) shoes pictures.