It’s a simple fact where I come from that when you can’t get what you want… you get things. However, after several joyfully unstructured and sometimes plot-driven moments, commonly referred to as getting things, it’s beginning to feel as if I’m stockpiling for the apocalypse or something.
And I begin wondering…. what do the clever women of the world do in these paramount, mission provoking, and slightly unadulterated pursuits of love, sex, style, and practicality… and there was my answer, as clear as day.
We buy shoes.
Ankle boot, Bakers.