Project Fugly

I am not exactly fashion forward. I have had an embarrassing number of my clothes since high school, haven't bought any clothing (except running clothes) since the fall other than a shirt that says "LOVE" in capital letters (when I visited Mary and Scottie in Chicago), and am pretty positive that everything in my closet comes from a) Target, b) Old Navy, or c) thrift stores.

So no. I claim no fashion knowledge. At all.

Yet somehow, something just tells me that these shoes (which I found in Middleburg, Virginia over the weekend) are so very, very wrong.

It's just something in my gut. Or, you know, that looking at these shoes sets my EYES ON FIRE. I mean really. When was the last time you woke up and thought, "DILEMMA: I haven't worn much faux dalmatian print on my feet lately. ALSO, I'm feeling a distinct lack of bejewled gold frogs in my wardrobe. Whatever to do? AHA! My faux dalmatian print leather shoes with a bejewled gold frog! Two birds, one stone."

To be fair, usually my biggest dilemma when I'm getting dressed is, "Do I wear the shirt I hate, or scrounge around in the dirty clothes for a shirt I will Febreze and then wear?" So maybe I shouldn't be talking. Ahem.