Spats

Spats

Sitting at a cafe in San Francisco last August, I happened to notice that the shoes of the woman next to me weren't boots but in fact heels with leather spats covering her ankles. I found them utterly charming and refreshing. Sadly I was too shy to ask her where she found them. Maybe the next best solution would be to buy these and have them made in lambskin, with big, round buttons.