Pretty in Yellow
Buuuwwwwaaaaaahhh-hhhaaaaaaaaaa (maniacal laugh). They are mine, all mine. I lusted after them for months, and then, while in San Francisco, found them ON SALE. I'm thinking they are not everyone's cup of tea considering the mustard-y color. But they sure are mine...gulp, gulp, gulpin' that tea. I love that they look vintage, but aren't. So I get the style, and none of the old lady's foot cells who owned them before I scrounged them from the bottom of her closet at a musty estate sale. And they are butter soft. Sometimes vintage shoes are hard, and my feet are not what they used to be in terms of toughness. As I've gotten older, I've developed Princess and the Pea feet. I've heard that as we age, the fat in the balls of our feet goes away to some degree; they lose that youthful plumpness. I have a theory that it travels north.