I went into the Patricia Field store today and LOVED it. I almost left the store and realized I didn't see any shoes, weird. I asked the woman who was working the floor if there were any shoes. She told me downstairs. Wait, what ... there is a downstairs?!

The downstairs was amazing. Tons of wigs, which I am totally getting a light pink bob wig. There were shoes and some sexy accessories. I gravitated right towards these black and white shoes. I picked them up and thought they were pretty darn cute but when I turned them around everything changed. I realized that the heels were fashioned to look like brass knuckles!!!

I was over the moon by this time but my shopping companion quickly reminded me that I was on a shopping ban. I begged to be pardoned and made up a "travel clause." I got a look back that sorta of said "you are insane" but my companion was willing to reason with me. He said that if they were under $100 I could get them. He clearly assumed that they would be over $100 and I have to admit I agreed. I said, "Ummm how about $120. He wasn't budging. So I said fine let's ask the clerk how much they are.

Guess how much? $74 baby!!! Score! Mine, mine, mine. And since I had some money left over I got myself a $20 pair of polly pumps. Today was pretty much my day for shoes. So glorious, so glorious.

way too fxckin bamftastic for a pair of maryjanes! <3

Great metaphor for just In case Trouble comes along!

The heels are brass knuckles. Ok they're more like black knuckles. But that's SO rad!