closet thrifting

And no, I don't mean thrifting on the sly or thrifting as a shameful secret. I mean thrifting in your closet, or in my case in the closet of my old room at my parents' house. I got rid of almost everything I couldn't take with me when I moved out after college, but unexpectedly found a small treasure trove of shoes that I put away when they became so disappointingly passé that I couldn't stand the sight of them. And well, you know fashion, what's old is new again.


Peep out Kobe's crooked little foot in the pic above. I love his crooked little feet.
Hope everyone has a happy 4th, filled with beer and sun and processed meat products and camel toe inducing shorts and everything else that makes America great.