While running errands and catching a bite to eat with my lover, he instantaneously had two comments about my heels.
1. ”Is it hard to walk in those? You’re as tall as me now!” To which I responded, “A breeze” until I tripped over a rock. Oof.
2. ”Those are total ‘Fuck Me’ shoes…” which he carried on with a delightful description.
No pictures of the outfit today as I was just in the Cali uniform of – distressed skinnies and a slubby racerback pocket tank. Also the beau and I are headed to a tasting tonight at Se’ Hotel in the Gaslamp District at Suite and Tender. Surf and turf here I come!