Hand-painted shoes. And not ONLY hand-painted, but hand-painted-awesomeness. You know, the kind that makes your boss stop you in the bathroom, but not to tell you that you have toilet paper on your heel; to tell you that you have the coolest shoes that she’s ever seen.
The kind of shoes that when you put them on, your feet sort of float down the street and the grocer says you must have had your Wheaties this morning.
The kind of shoes that you dream of wearing when you inevitably run into your heart-stopping ex boyfriend at the market… with his new non-creative girlfriend who’s wearing totally boring shoes.
I’ve even venture to say that these are the kind of shoes that you wear to jury duty, begging to be passed over because you have a seriously cool blog and some readers that are just dying to hear about the next big thing.
The kind of shoes that make the secretary nod her head, stamp your duty notice and send you away to BlogLand.
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