Wednesday is the new Tuesday! #7: Treasure for my Toes
These seduced me at my favorite thrift shop while I was scouting for pirate stuff. When I was in high school, I had a mission: to find a pair of summer sandals that had the same aura as my ass kicking boots. Fourteen years wiser, I realize that no sandal can ever wield the almighty power of The Boot, but I think these were the sandals I was seeking.
A deep and ancient longing in me was put to rest when I saw these. The bliss when I saw the little round "Size 10" sticker was a chorus of angels, clad in second-hand leather.
I was even thisclose to painting my toenails black for this post, but I have lost my black nail polish and with it the last vestiges of the goth girl cred I used to cultivate in my own half-assed, make-up hating, perky-goofy kind of way.