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Black And White

I can't believe Michael Jackson died this past year. It's still hard for me to wrap my brain around it.

These shoes remind me of him—for obvious reasons. 

In The Old Things Store

This is an outfit my friend and I created at this village store in Alabama. (Please read the post below titled "Old Things" and you will get a feel for the environment. The colored belts made out of straw were only 75 cents, the top was his own, the shorts were $2.00, the glasses also his own, and the attitude he's giving—in that world it's called "looking fierce"— is once again... his own. Check out the scarecrow in the back. Scary South.

PYT

Pretty girls are delicate. You can't mess with them too much or they'll cry. You have to hug them, kiss them, and tell them they are beautiful so they don't annoy you.

Too Much

Crazy bitches love crazy things. Like colors, pattens, and more patterns all at once. Talia loves wearing everything at once. SO when I saw these shoes I knew it was perfect for her. So I showed her, and you know what this bitch told me? "Eh, I need a little more umph." Is she for real?

Old Things

I know those of you reading this blog (I think that's like three people) might think what I am about to write is ignorant, but here it goes. Sometimes when I go down South (and no, not that south) I get scared because there are a lot of old things lurking around. Now, duh, I know there are "old things" in the North but "old things" in the south are scary. I feel like there is so much history behind southern things and that history is usually bad history (for some). I know a lot of this is in my head and that it's quite stupid, but I kinda like dwelling on things that make no sense because they are more dramatic and fun. Take for instance these mannequins I saw in an old village store in Alabama. The display itself looks creepy. And, yes, this post has nothing to do with shoes. It has everything to do with creepy stores and weird mannequins in the South. I don't feel safe. 

Girls WIll Be Boys

Sometimes you just want to be a boy. It's so easy, so effortless, and at times real cool. Boys don't really smell. That's just what your mom tells you so you don't start having sex at a young age. These Cole Rood & Haan shoes remind me of boys. But boys from the 1930s—like old school style where they use to dress up just to go to the grocery store. When I wear these boots I feel like a lady boy, and I'm ok with that.