I’m obsessive about shoes. Not in that “Carrie Bradshaw Manolos” way, this stack isn’t an ode to a pump. I’m crazed about them because they “complete” me - the way I feel in an outfit, the way I stand, the way I physically walk. If you can recall that scene from VEEP where Selina hobbles to the podium to give her Presidential address in squeaky Loubo…
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