Playing with my shoes.
Wow. I emptied out my cupboard* and forgot how many pretties I had that I can still actually wear.
There are a few there that I will never get back into, that sit there silently just for their sheer beauty, but the majority haven’t seen the light of day for quite a long time.
So, while everyone else is giving up shit and throwing out shit and resolving to do shit this February, I am going to take my pretties out for a spin.
A different pair every damn day.
Maybe even two! Fuck knows there are enough.
Cause this stressed out bitch needs to be able to look down and smile while she counts to three before going completely utterly fucking Britney eight times a motherfucking day.
*there are still quite a few boxes in the wardrobe, but there just wasn’t any more room. Need another bookshelf.