It seems like my shoe blog has been neglected for far too long and been replaced by my non-stop whining, numerous toxicities and pictures of my naked husband.  But no matter how poisonous I am, I have not been prevented from buying shoes.  (After all, when you find out your spirit is inhabiting a toxic dump heap of a body, you want to gussy it up a little.)

One of my favorite stores ever is Charlotte Russe.  I can’t believe that I had to wait 22 whole years of my life before I discovered it and it’s abundance of reasonably priced casual wear, shoes and accessories.  The store I go to even has a lovely retail-y scent that stays on the clothes after I take them home.  (Granted, this smell is probably caused by chemicals from the plant where a four-year-old Chinese child laborer spends 18 hours a day sewing buttons onto madras shorts, but…oh well!)  It is like an aphrodisiac. 

These are kind of Pucci scarf-inspired, ankle-wrap strappy sandals with a straw basketweave wedge heel.  And did I mention that they are orange?  Oh, no?  People, they are the most delightful shade of creamsicle orange.  I just want to lick them.  And maybe I have.