While everyone on the interwebz is flitting about in a pair of cool brogues, I've stood fast. I don't love them. Any hipster worth their weight in shoelaces is wearing them. But not me, I will not succumb. Not that I'm a hipster.
And I think I'm the only one that doesn't own a pair.
Dear Universe, what's wrong with me? Why don't I love brogues?
Well. There are a couple of reasons:
a) my foot is so big, it would look like I was wearing my husband's work shoes
b) I just think I look dorky in them
Instead I embrace a pair of heels, or sandals, or my Chucks, or anything other than brogues.
I do not love brogues.
Brogues. They look good on other people. But not me.
There now, I've said it. Phew.
(however I could get with these brogues, they have a heel! I could love them. Alas, they will not fit. But if you, Cinderella, will fit these shoes, check them out here at Karen Walker's Playpark)