When you can hear me coming and going
In my bourgeoning adulthood, one thing I have come to appreciate is the authoritative click of a good heel. It doesn’t have to be a tall one. Just a strong one.
In my bourgeoning adulthood, one thing I have come to appreciate is the authoritative click of a good heel. It doesn’t have to be a tall one. Just a strong one.
They arrived. They fit. Huzzah! (Someone told me they look like storm trooper boots but I am gonna rock them anyway.) [Project 365]
One thing I inherited from my dad is a set of rock-hard badass calf muscles with which I can snap any man’s neck should he get out of line. Sadly, this superpower also means that many tall boots made for mere mortals won’t fit comfortably on me. These lovely Kamiks and I just weren’t meant to be, it seems. They’re just snug enough to really be annoying (and to completely prevent tucking any pants, should…
Spent the day taking my mind of Felix. Bought a dress and these shoes for an upcoming wedding. Are horrible/delicious Chinese buffet food. Saw Watchmen. Consumed, consumed, consumed. Felt a little better. [Project 365]
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