Showing posts with label shoe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shoe. Show all posts

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Shoes: Old school



PETA already has issues with me. It may be because I buy old fur coats from the Vintage Store, or that I eat poultry, fish and animal by-products. I also see nothing wrong in a good hunt. I was raised by a hunter. I skinned my first deer before I drove.
I am certain, though that this shoe will make you smile and maybe even attempt the hustle.

I should insist this appear under every photo of this shoe:

NO GOLDFISH WERE HARMED IN THE HEEL OF THIS DISCO SHOE.

Right Andy Warhol?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Sexy Stolen shoe


Not my shoe. Not my daughter. Not my porch. Not my sunglasses.

But I'd take any of them for a weekend. Wouldn't you?

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Regrets for the shoe I didn't buy that day


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Originally uploaded by Another Good Thing
One day- at band camp..
I mean, at the shoe store...I had an opportunity to try something different. I had to make a choice, and I was unsure. It wasn't that I didn't like the shoe, it was that I wasn't sure we were compatible. I mean the first thing I thought of, red, suede, can't go out in the rain, and then I realized it was more than that- now I'd have to shop for a dress to match, and that is never a good thing to be thinking-
I mean, you're just dipping your toe in and not ready to truly commit, the last thing you want to be thinking about is the future, will this go with that and will something end up giving me more pain than the moment of pleasure I'm feeling right now gazing at he gold lining...and then there's the idea that, a single slip, a tiny mispurchase and you may be in for a whole new dress, another decision, another possible thing to regret.

wait. we're still talking about shoes, right?

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Ever so NonProfessionally Slung Back

There are days when you don't feel like being who you're supposed to be. There are days when you can dress in a certain manner and fool the world into thinking you are something you aren't.
(First impressions are disgustingly important, and deceiving.)

On those days, slip on a pair of shoes like this, add the perfect dress and a matching handbag and create your alter ego, a new persona. The Leave it to Beaver neighbor that everyone loves.


* somehow a Japanese bot loved this post so much, I got comments every day- in Japanese- for months.  Do I have to tell you the comments linked to a Petite porn site- also in Japanese? ok. they did.