Friday, January 10, 2014

Hole In One

Or two. Or three. Or four. Just as long as there are some holes in my shoes. And then some more. Because I'm about to hop on the train and wagon of wearing my shoes with nothing but holes in 'em. They make for a pretty way to even wear warm winter-y socks with them, now don't they? So the pattern can peek right on out, just like those black painted toesies, no doubt. And I'm just about to get some of my own. Just have to figure out which ones I'm going to get and that'll be coming home. Slingbacks? Loafers? Boots? I can't decide. Shoot.