I am a shame shopper. I bought these shoes back in November, and despite the fact that it has been 80 degrees here in the banana republic of the States, these still felt too bright for winter and too festive for my 2 weeks of vacation (being on vacation is about getting away from being yourself, I transformed into a sloth and spent more time watching reruns of the Golden Girls in my PJs than is probably healthy or normal). So, the story goes, I relegated these lovelies to the back of my closet, where they still remain in the tissue, in the box, IN THE NEIMAN MARCUS SHOPPING BAG. Yes, I confess, I was embarrassed about buying pricey shoes that I had no intention to wear. (Acceptance is the first step!)
Now, I believe their time has come. Partly because I finally have a legit reason to go out this weekend, but mostly because I am worried they will get sick of all this fuckery and leave. That's right, my shoes are going to up and go to find a life of scandal and intrigue they were truly destined for. Sit tight pretties, photos of these lovelies in action to come!
I am currently obsessing over The Dead Weather album Horehound, specifically Alison Mosshart's vocals, and subsequently her wardrobe. Slouchy faded band tees, printed cardigans or flannels and skinny jeans topped off with silver jewlery seems simple enough. Being a legit rock-star give the look that last bit of je ne sais quoi. Showing up to a day job dressed like this would probably come off as less rock-chic, nobody needs their coworkers thinking they have come unbalanced. I have a party to go to this weekend, and you can bet your pyramid-studded Chuck Taylors that I will be channeling Ms Mosshart's look. 
