I … I know that I do not NEED shoes. I know. Deep down and very frankly I utterly concede big bad heaps of YES I KNOW to the age-old question, ‘Do you really need to buy anything else?’ I don’t even have enough of a set-up right now to even unpack all the shoes I kept, they’re mostly still in shoe boxes or in protective cloth bags in a big moving box. I already have farylrobin shoes, black season-transgressing shoes, and even a damn pair made of woven raffia with patent trim. But I kind of WANT these three. Is that bad?

(Do not feel the need to respond if your name is BECK. I know how you feel about this already.)

In other news, I really am almost done with my zebra print wrap dress. I actually already wore it to work on Tuesday of this week, so it’s definitely already serviceable, but I have a few more finishes to crank out. I need to shift the snaps over about 3/4″ because, as it is now, it’s just a hair too snug. I also need to sew on a couple of buttons on the cuffs, add beltloops to the waist sideseams, and finish hemstitching the facing to the upper bodice. And then?! THEN you will get a picture of me in a very animal-print dress, which I never really thought I would say, but it does look sorta good. And it would also look quite good with at least two of the three aforementioned pairs of shoes that I don’t need.