Y’all, I love shoes. I look at shoes all the time, and I think about shoes a lot, and I deliberate over them. Sometimes I buy them and send them back because they’re not perfect. I have less than twenty pairs (if you count sandals and everything) and people often think I’ve got a million because I talk about them all the time, but I really curate the collection. A few pairs I keep for a long time, and I have realized over the years that quality makes a huge difference. Also, since my foot surgery last year I can’t wear the same shoes as I used to (pumps are harder and harder to walk in; the strap on mary jane styles helps a ton). I try and have practical shoes and fun shoes for every season, and there’s nothing that sucks more than getting a gorgeous new dress and having zero shoes that match it. As we approach fall here in Seattle, the necessity of closed-toe, sensible winter shoes is becoming more real, and yet I am drawn to two wildly impractical pairs that bring such joy to my heart. They’re both open toed pumps, in bright colors, when I really should be getting oxfords or mary janes in black or brown… but the heart wants what the heart wants.