Had to stop the May Shoe Experiment. First off, May is over, but it's not like not finishing something or changing the rules ever stopped me before. Thought about changing it to Shoe Vs Foot since every other pair of shoes ripped up my feet. I found a solution: socks. As long as the shoe is not a heeled slingback, I'm good with wearing socks and walking a lot.
Right now my feet are hell meat of scabs and blisters from this one pair of demon spawns, and I feel like an idiot for liking neato-looking shoes. But whatever, SOCKS TO THE RESCUE.
And it makes me hate socks. There is no need for socks to be this complicated. I do, however, like the Wizard of Oz socks.
But I am against Frances Ethel Gumm being 16 and on speed and benzos for the making of that movie back in the late 30s.
Don't want to end on a down note of a drugged-up Dorothy... so, I love this song and the chorus gets stuck in my head every time I get a little boy crazy.
This used to be about finding good deals on vintage shoes on eBay. Then it was about what I wore each day, mostly. Now it's like some kind of electronic scrapbook.
A while back I started a photo project on flickr. I took a pic of what I wore each day even if I looked shitty. I kept this up for several reasons.
1.) to try to force myself (at the time a freelancer) to dress-up and look nice on a daily basis b.) to help me figure out what clothes and silhouettes look best on my body shape. III.) to be vain and ridiculous.
What ended up happening was that I posed with my cat, Fisby, (aka: Chu Chu, Choochee, "Where's My Meer?," Tut Tut, Chewt Chewt, Hay Poo) for almost every photo, and then I abandoned the whole thing after I went on a trip and summer weather kicked-in.
Then I re-abandoned it again somehow.
Anyway, here's yet another go at consistent inconsistency of all things fashion, fonts, vintage, schmart, cats, music, and whatever I happen to give a shit about.
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