The Imelda Marcos in Me

As far as fashion goes, my only love shall be Shoes. Say it again. S-H-O-E-S. I proudly displayed my babies to a 6 year old family friend and I guess I have initiated her into the sisterhood. There were squeals of delight on seeing the dainty bows, the soft suede and the glittering rhinestones. And the heels. Oh how the heels charmed her. Moving on, I chanced upon something in Facebook, God bless the need to share everything, and you have to see it. Super fun. Traipse here to see what I mean. What a divine idea! I, for one shall be sending tonnes of pictures. Of course not of my precious D&G's. The price my father had to pay for it was simply criminal. And I haven't yet worn them. Ahh, the travesty that is life. But do keep checking the site. Personally, me thinks they need heels. Hell, everyone needs heels. :D.