Your last post had me inspired to put together some of my latest shoes obsessions of the brogue inspired variety. You say "oxford", I say "brogue." I'm pretty much Sarah Palin. Oh yeah, that was "rogue" and oh yeah, she makes me sick. Anyhoo, puh tay tow/puh ta tow....let's call the whole thing ON and get ta shoppin'.
Although, yesh, some vintage is in order. Why I didn't keep the brogues I wore in high school, I will never know. Color me silly.
Amy Amy Bo Bamy,
I am DYING for brogues numbers 1, 3 and 4 in the second row above. DYING, I tell you. I want some of the carmelly leather men's variety, preferably vintage. I have been keeping my eyeball regions peeled for some, but alas and alack, have only found them in very large, clown-sized shoes. I think we both know how I feel about clowns, so thusly, I cannot purchase any that even remotely remind me of The Mimes of Evil. Stupid jerk clowns, I HATE YOU.
But I digress.
Whilst I am digressing, however, I wanted to say that I appreciate your Thanksgiving sentiment from Turkey Day. I am not proud that it has taken me this long to respond to it, but I too am thankful for my ABI. You, sir, are the peanut butter to my jelly. To that end, I present to you this gift. Enjoy.