Last week I found these gems at the thrift store.
I was terrified they wouldn't fit, but thankfully I was able to squeeze my feet into them.
I feel like I will never buy brand new oxfords.
Some people find wearing someone else's shoes gross (my mom for example),
but I find it kind of romantic.
I wonder where these shoes took someone, I wonder what memories they had, I wonder what kind of person they were.
And I wonder what places they will take me.