Confessions Tour

I am experiencing both tremendous pride and guilt over a weekend purchase, and I feel the need to share. Congrats: You are all members of my support group, whether you likes it or not. If you recall (oh dear god, and hopefully you aren't wasting brain storage space on this), I have been obsessing over a pair of G.D. shoes for the last, oh, nine months. I was added to a list at my favorite, frustratingly amazing store, Opening Ceremony, to be notified when said shoes arrived, and on Fri. I got the call. Because I am insane (and have a supportive bf who agreed to be my date to after-work shopping outing), I went to the store, fell in love, got one of the last two pairs (yes, New York, it's totally normal that ridic shoes like this sell out in a matter of hours), and became poor in a matter of minutes. Ta da!!! But—whenever I'm not looking at my Chase balance—I'm happy. Because I officially own these:

Swiped from The Fashion Loving StylistOh, and I called the bf "supportive" in error because he then agreed to take photos of me wearing my new purchase, which makes him "horrifyingly supportive." The photo does not do justice to their fringed, open-toed, s&m-heeled, black leather awesomeness (ahhhhh!!), but it demonstrates my unbridled enthusiasm.

Pardon the clutter.