If my boyfriend ever decides to kill me, I'm quite certain it will be shoe related. Me-having-quite-some-shoes-and-still-buying-new-pairs related, to be precise. I won't even blame him, not just because I'll be (obviously) dead, but also because I realize it can't be easy living in a small flat with me and my thousand shoes. On the other hand, I'm easier to live with when I've just scored a new pair or two, like right now. I'm totally harmless, with a big idiot grin on my face and feeling all fluffy inside.
Let's not focus on the crappiness of the photos but rather on this lovely couple, the Shoes.