When I'm not floating on a cloud of Beck-induced feelings of goodwill and wuv to all. Which, ding dang it, just kinda takes the edge off being a big blue meanie to the grubber-ment. For today, at least.
In the meantime, I'm putting together outfits for La Revolucion. Which of course means, we start with the shoes. I'm thinking, boots and low heel.
Like this: just right for stomp, stomp, stomping. But still tres chic without being too butch, in case we want to lunch afterwards.