It's still summer, it's still over 90 degrees and I still have summer feet a.k.a. heels ripped to shreds. The above grossness is the aftermath of trying for the third time to wear the worst shoes I ever recall buying (I don't have the energy to search but I'm fairly certain I've said the same about another pair of shoes in the past) enough to almost spur an online review, something I've never done, positive or negative. I guess I'm glad I only paid $39.37 for them (Piperlime final sale, non-returnable). If for some perverse reason you feel the urge to buy a pair of Sam Edelman Benson flats, be forewarned that even with Band-Aids on your feet (a combination of two smaller ones for flexibility or one big square, it doesn't matter) and a piece of that blister padding cut to fit and stuck inside the surface of the heel, within 15 minutes you will still have bloody open wounds that become new bloody open wounds two weeks later when the first round has healed and you've forgotten how painful it is just walking to the subway in these worst shoes ever.
And while I'm purging my system of minor negativity, not only are those white lug sole sandals that everyone is wearing (or were–are people really serious about post-Labor Day etiquette?) '90s fugly, they are impossible to keep clean. I know because I bought a flat, cheapie $15, less egregious version at Target. One day to work and back and they're filthy. They are crazy comfortable, though.
So, I'm back to shoes as a distraction even though I've made a vow not to buy a single item of clothing or beauty product until next year. I have plenty, and I rarely see anyone worth impressing. In fact, I've worn the same three dresses, one I bought at Old Navy probably eight years ago for under $20–all summer. (And yes, it's still summer.)
The latest fixation is colorful retro sneakers, and I don't even wear sneakers except from my apartment to the gym in the basement and back again. Nordstrom even has a tag for them. It was a J Crew email, though, that sucked me in. The mint green on this pair of Nikes is giving me feelings. The mustard aqua too, kind of.
Now I need a distraction from my distraction.