Cute, huh?
They aren't exactly the dominatrix-type heel I used to wear back in my teens and twenties but they are INFINITELY more dance-able. After all, I'd prefer not to break an ankle during the shimmy down, down, down, down verse of Rock Lobster.
This little purchase led me to an unnerving discovery when I returned home and took a good long look at my shoe closet. Over the years it would seem I have been quietly amassing a patent leather army.
If variety is the spice of life, my spice rack needs a makeover.
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