Thank you, Mrs. Kennedy, for giving me permission to post about shoes when my brain is too fried from 1) bourbon at the bar on Monday, 2) waking up at 7 a.m. on Tuesday, and 3) fourteen hours of work today to write anything interesting, witty, or useful.
Black chucks, to make up for the sixteen hours of running around in boots with 4" heels (badly in need of re-heeling) on Monday. Feet say "THANK YOU!", even though I look in the mirror today with my stretched-out jeans, my dirty hair that smells of smoke, and my ratty black sweater, and say "wow, time to start posting your Stop Dressing Like An Undergrad* photos again to get your ass back in presentable form".
*although I did not actually wear chucks in undergrad. They're a recent acquisition, but something about them make me feel 17 and high school-y.