I am a cheater to myself.
I’m sure it’s actually not my fault. I’m convinced that I’m a victim.
It’s not me looking for shoes, they are looking for me!
And then they fit so perfectly and shine and blink at me
(begging me to rescue them, shouting already (it’s embarrassing, really!) and then the heel is just so perfect and they just have this slight little detail which the other shoe I just recently bought doesn’t have…….
It’s very probably that I don’t have a car because I have shoes.
Who cares! I have two feet to walk on right?
And if you are SITTING in a car no one can see your cuties anyways.
P.S.: Todays shoes are Karen Millen.
They were lonely and abandoned and I just HAD to give them a shelter.