Regret

So today I passed up the most amazing pair of vintage (real) pony hair leather creepers. I hate myself for it. Just because they were a little too big for my feet and I was hot and delusional, now I must live in a sea of regret. I'm not even a big creeper fan, but these were just too cool to pass up checking out and trying on. Maybe they'll still be there Monday, I'll check it out since the shops a few blocks from my house, but there's a street festival out there this weekend, so I doubt it. Here's a few looks I forced myself to look at when I got home.

Nathan Jenden

Armand Basi One