I am sooo not a red person.
I mean, the thought of red anything seemed tacky, trashy and overly eager.
Too brash to be effortless and too effort-heavy to be bold.
But lately. . .
WHAT IS HAPPENING???
The thought of red footwear is consuming my every waking brain cell.
Red booties, red tennis shoes, red sandals,
and the mother of all red mothers . . .
Just drooled all over my already coffee-stained shirt.
I think this may have something to do with the ironic nod towards bad style that I (along with every other person ever) has taken a shining to as of late.
Some bright red shoes with an otherwise inconspicuous ensemble is exactly what the proverbial doctor ordered.
And by "doctor" I mean my incurably impulsive and detrimentally persistant obsession.