What the Hell?

I gather that you all understand that I love shoes.  I really do, it’s true.  I don’t love them as much as, say Carrie Bradshaw, but I don’t have her budget either.  However, this week I stumbled upon these shoes from Paris Fashion Week.

They are pretty tall.  About 10 inches or so.  But still, they are recognizable as shoes.  Completely impractical, but also really neat in an artistic way.  Now hold on to your drawers, because I’m going to show you another pair from the same designer.  Ready?  You think you are, but you aren’t.  Nothing in your world has prepared you for these shoes.  Take a deep breath…alright look.

I know what your reaction was.  “Holy Mother of God!”, right?  Your probably wondering, “Are you sure those are shoes?”.  I am.  Horrifying, but still shoes.  Alright, don’t have a heart attack, but here comes another pair.

YOWZA!  These suckers are 12 inches high.  And, might I add, ugly as sin.  And how about those little bird ankles sticking out of the tops of them?  One stiff breeze and that little anorexic chippy is going to snap her leg.

Being a writer and not a model is looking better everyday.  I’ll just wear my Birkenstocks and eat another cupcake.