If you ignore the mess behind me and if you are indulgent with this first essay of self portraying, you'll get an idea of what it is. I was so happy to get rid of these bloody boots at the end of the day. Vive les basquettes! Who the hell invented this torture? And for what? I'll tell you, the only time a lady stopped me on the street to ask where I get my wonderful boots from was when I had street baskets of some orthopedic french company on. She probably thought I was walking around wearing socks...
I love your boots anyway. And the idea of rolling the shirt-sleeves with the jacket. Looking good!
ReplyDeleteWhy does looking good have to be painful? LOL! They do look hot. I have 2 prs of Pradas that I call my 4 hr shoes. I can only do 4 hrs in them because they are painful. And for what? All in the name of fashion? I'm guilty LOL!
ReplyDeleteLove the boyfriend jacket look too!
Thank you, ladies!
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