I want these shoes. They are gorgeous, they scream my name, and they are absolutely flipping cozy as could be in size 37.5.
Why do they have to cost the same as a month's worth of food?
Maybe I should give up eating? That's not an option.
Maybe I can become best friends with Chie Mihara and then because we're Bestie's, she'd of course hook me up with all of her fabulous shoes at a price that doesn't make me want to puke. Because that's what BFF's are for. Hmmm... I wonder where she lives.
Chie Mihara, we'd have SO much fun as best friends... call me.