omg, shoes.

Years of having to wear clunky black school shoes and tight ponytails every day have left me with an inexhaustible urge to go barefoot with my hair loose whenever I can get away with it, and even if I can't. As a result, the only shoes I own are a dozen pairs of platform heels, Nike airs ('cos I'm gangsta) and a very shiny pair of black patent Doc Martins I was planning to take hiking in the Tibetan peaks until fate intervened.

So, yeah. I both love shoes for their prettyness and hate them for the nasty way they restrict the autonomy of my toes- which are weird, by the way. I have this freaky thing going on where my toe lengths are all wrong- on my left foot; the first two are the same size, then the next one is way longer, the one after that way shorter, and then the pinky toe is just veering off in a world of its own. Don't even get me started on the right foot.

Anyway, I would now like to elegantly segue on to a montage of Awesome Shoes I Want To Prance Around In. Enjoy.

18th century chopines; totes worth breaking into a museum for.

I like Keith Haring anything; and wedges are my favorite form of heel. Double win. 

Miu Miu ftw.

I think this might have been an at-home bedazzling job but I love them anyway.

I am actually currently in the process of trying to acquire a closed toe pair of these for winter. 

Louboutin Ballet stilettos. We need to make sure Tyra Banks never finds out about these or she's finally going to actually kill an ANTM contestant on one of her ridiculous runway challenges.