It's admission time, people. I have to confess. As you may know, I've been a longtime obsessive fan of Sigerson Morrison shoes.
My love affair continues. Kind of. I love them still. Just lately, I'm not quite in love. You know the difference, right? Maybe I just need to take a vacation alone with my Sigerson Morrison flats and heels to revitalize the romance, bring back the spark. Or maybe I need to take a break from them for breathing room.
Maybe we just need couples counseling.
Anyway, now it seems like I'm consumed wholly with Loeffler Randall.
I wore these to my wedding:
These all last fall:
And now I bought the above sandals at Milk on Third Street, where they're having their big seasonal sale. These mofos look even better on. Seriously.
I'm thinking this Loeffler Randall thing is more than a crush. This could be a long term relationship or at least summer loving. (It happens so fast.) Go Grease, right M?
Either way, it's not just new and exciting. This one's gonna last.
xo – N.