Okay, it's probably no surprise to anyone reading this that I love me some shoes. I confess, I have about 50 pairs. (But in my defense, keep in mind: a) this collection represents about a decade's worth of shoe hoarding, b) about 1/3 of them are cheap flip-flops, and c) I always get my shoes for really amazing prices--so don't think I'm too spoiled or greedy or materialistic--I work with people who spend more on one pair than I spend on 20.)
This Christmas was a good year, shoe-wise. Mom got me 3 pairs of darling heels, the cutest of which would make Barbie jealous. Sadly, all three pairs are open-toed, so they'll have to wait a while to make their debuts.
For now, I'll have to make do with this little bit of awesomeness:
It actually gives me something to look forward to every morning at work.
This gives you an idea of what the pages look like:
It may be the best calendar ever compiled. It could keep me entertained for hours! Sadly, I'm not even exaggerating. It's only the forth day of the year, and I've already got two pairs of shoes that I'm madly in love with. And the nice part about them existing only in pictures (at least for me) is that I'll never get a blister or break a heel. It's a groovy kind of love.