I'm having a torrid, toe-curling love affair. I'm cheating on my tried-and-true, never-once-did-me-or-my-many-styles-of-jeans-wrong high heels with every lustful thought that turns to anything boxy, platformed and/or wedged. I'm a cheater. And I'm so, so ashamed.
But I. Just. Can't. Stop. I find myself not being able to concentrate on anything but all the different denims I can pair them with and the time when I can again see them for another secret romantic rendevous at Need Supply Co.
The shame, the shame. And I fear this affair o-mine will put a permanent wedge between me and my ever-faithful and loyal heels. But if it feels (and looks) this good to be wrong, I don't think I ever want to be right.
Photo Source: Need Supply Co.