When I posted photos of my shoes a few weeks back, there were a couple of people who mentioned they would have preferred seeing my shoes with my feet actually in them.
Yes, we get all kinds here at We Work For Cheese.
And seeing as the people asking are my dearest blogging buddies – because there is most definitely a reason we get all kinds here at We Work For Cheese – I figured I would oblige their
Plus, I’m really tired of waiting for my co-blogger Mike to write about his arugula and prosciutto sandwich.
So let me tell you instead about the latest loves of my life.
I’m not usually much of a floral-pattern kind of girl, but the mix of red, gray and black made it less Laura Ashley and more Bad Ass-y.
And speaking of bad ass, I also got these black suede babies.
I was in Toronto this past Tuesday, covering an event for work. I wore the black shoes and several people complimented me on them. And on my ability to walk in them. The funniest thing, though, happened as I was leaving. I was waiting for the elevator, when I heard a man’s baritone voice say, “Great shoes.” I turned to see a janitor pushing a cleaning cart past me, staring admiringly at my feet.
Wait. Does that mean my shoes are trashy?
I hope so. That just makes me love them more. Even if they did do this to my poor feet: