The totally unnecessary, boy-do-I-want-them, no-I-don't-need-them, surprise! back to work gift from Mr?
Of course you do.
Now they look like this:
This is me, making a sad face. (Eating dry cinnamon toast crunch in the dark at 5:45 in the morning, if you must know.)
Granted, I've been wearing these shoes every day since May 2nd - well, all the days I was at work, anyway - but surely I might have been able to expect a slightly longer lifespan than four months?
Bah! Upholstered shoes. Who needs them?
But I do need shoes. And I want to buy new ones. Sorry, that should read "waaaaaant". It's that bad.
Instead, I did some closet diving and found these old friends:
And they're fine. Not new, but fine.
Need trumps want. This time.
(Ha, ha. You thought I was going to tell you that I bought a new camera.)
(I did. But that's another post.)
Remember the shoes?