Clomp clomp. Clomp... clomp clomp.

^ THAT is either the sound of me tripping and totally eating pavement or the echoes my most recent shoe purchases make everywhere I go (by "or" I probably/actually mean "and").

Who got new shoes?? I GOT NEW SHOES!... like a few months ago... and a couple of weeks ago. Both are from Urban Outfitters and both have a kindapretty comfortable wooden heel.

001// 6x6 by No. 6 For Urban Outfitters:

From No. 6 Store Blog

002// Ecote Studded Wedges:

A screencap (with details about the shoes):

I truly sound like a GIAAAANTSCREEAAAAAMER when I stomp around in these wood-tastic heels.

**MUSIC: COSBY EDITION (aka "Another reason to be jealous of Bill Cosby"):

Cliff Huxtable was one of the original "cool dads" on TV.

Why? Because he knew how to dubstep before any of us musicsnobundergroundindiehipsters understood how to dance (and because of "them sweaters" -->TheCosbySweaterProject.tumblr.com).

Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers. DEAL WITH IT.

Here's a very, VERY short story.*(spoiler alert: I end up with NEW SHOES).

I'm not a very good storyteller, so bear with me.  Let's DO THIS.

My sister, SURPRISE, SURPRISE, finds a pair of shoes she wants somewhere deep in the bowels of the internet (there are times when I'm just flabbergasted at the amount of shit she can find on the compu-tater). She breaks her "I-don't-need-a-new-pair-of-shoes-EVERY-week" rule,  bust out her credit card and buys a pair of verrrry cooooool oxfords from Osborn Design.

End of story? NOOOOOOO (sorry, the story's not that short. I gots problem with conciseness).

She sends them to the house (her apartment is "mail/package"-unfriendly); I get the box, open the box, and low-and-behold, inside that box was the CRAZIEST COOL shoes I've seen in a while.

I take a couple of pictures to email Jaya. I call her. Then I tell her, "I WILL BUY THESE SHOES OFF OF YOU."

CHECK IT:

It's "Intervention" Meets "Obsessed"

I blames the internet for my ever increasing shoe lust. Perusing various fashion-related blogs over the past couple of months has culminated in me dreaming up an AWESOMELY NONEXISTENT shoe (wood wedge, high ankle, strappy but not slutty, etc. etc.) that has and will continue to elude me. Hence, the following:

1. Dollhouse, 2. Pour La Victoire

Since, for some reason, my dreams won't come true I shelled out some dough for these two sandals and said to myself, This better make this Mama Bear happy. Okay. No. CREEPY. I didn't say that. I swear. Those Pour La Victoire's? Total heartbreaker. I wanted them for so long only to have to return them. Because seriously, who needs cankleitis?