I got to the MT pictures, ita. It isn't just a little plumber look. She's cheeky.

can it be Friday?

I really do not want to work for the rest of the week.

I have one pair, yet I want every pair I see.

I've never even thought about them before (pumps? I never even think about those). Now I'm enraptured. Instead I obsess about how close these are to what I want--lose the crimping and put some elastic in the strap around the ankle and I'm golden. Curses. Back to the search engine.

eta:

She's cheeky.

Cool! I'll have to look when I get home.

What defines a pump as spectator? Is it just the pointy toe?

Regardless, I need a pair of these.

ION, I have tasted Coke Blak, and I deem it Teh Nast. You know how Vanilla Coke was like drinking cake mix? This is like drinking malt-flavored cake mix. With kind of an oven-cleanery aftertaste.

I have a pair of cream and black ones I got at Aerosoles last year. The squared-off toe is very comfortable although looks weird with skirts. But the cream and black very helpfully matches pretty much everything.

I need a pair of pretty yet comfortable highish heeled sandals I can wear with jeans and dresses.

Unsurprisingly, I love these.

ita, I don't know what your requirements are, but these are hella comfy.

On an unrelated note, my use of the word "hella" almost got me bargunned last night (where the bartender squirts you with the soda gun). It's a good thing he's cute, or is it that I'm cute? Either way, I've got to stop using that word. At least in the bar.

Those pumps rock, juliana.

Me, I'm suffering under the replacement curse. But even if I try and not think so much about the dearly departed perfect sandals, I'm looking for something with an not-thin heel and an ankle strap. I want to be able to not just run in them, but stop without breaking anything.

Are these too busy for you?

ita's link broke me. Not for any of the usual array of reasons, but just because I am completely, utterly boggled by these shoes. They're Irregular Choice, and they actually look neither like ass nor like something put together by a color-blind eight-year-old in a hurry.

What kind of sense can I make of a world where Irregular Choice shoes don't make me want to vomit? Oh, the humanity!

Though I guess I can comfort myself with the knowledge that they're still hideously overpriced.

Heya.

JZ, insent a second time with correct cell phone numbers because I am utterly dependent on speed dial and do not know anyone--including my lovely BF's, apparently--phone number.