Uglies

Last month I spent way too much money on what I thought were the perfect pair of Frye sandals. Of course they pinch my flinstone toes and of course I wore them outside so I can't return. And the shoe repair guy says no to stretching. Long story short I'm stuck with them until they're in season and even then I can only try to sell them to Tokyo 7. sucks. So onto the "Uglies". David, the old shoe man tricked me into trying on a pair of those German old lady sandals. Of course they felt like heaven and I bought on the spot. I chose the ugliest pair, not sure why but it felt right. I will be getting another pair (a not so ugly version). Suppose to be hot all weekend so a pic is on it's way.

BTW the vest is one of the pieces I got from the stylist guy in Harlem. It has thin white stripes and a pocket inside so cute grandpa.