For some love is clasping hands underneath the stars with their twin soul, for others it is holding a newborn… for us it is holding a new pair of shoes especially if they are these candy striped lovelies from Office.
Oh, sweet shoes, we would grab the sun from the sky and give it to you as dowry, and hang lightening around your neck as a pendant… these are the things that we would do for you. Yes, we would do all these things for an inanimate object and not a person, this kind of love is no ordinary love and reserved for shoes only. *sigh of lovelorn shoe heartache* The Menna Bow Sandal from a shop called Office
To see the shoes that others are falling in love with and their fetishisation get thee to:
postcards & pretties, blush printables, demoiselle, meant to be sent, simply & forever, life in the superburbs, landlocked bride, swatchbook weddings, magnolia rouge, marry you me, brancoprata,niche white, mercy new york, the unreal bride and tendance fourmis.
About the author
I'm the big kahuna with the whole shebang. Amma = Idiot + Savant. Also known as Ams, Amsy, and less frequently Adjubi . Nice to make your acquaintance. I write in the first, second, third and sometimes disembodied person (Bet it will confuse the life out of you).