Shuesday: The Second Deadly Sin

So Midwest Medved was strolling through the mall, ostensibly on his way to purchase shorts for his 5 year old, and low and behold, he accidentally stumbled into the men's shoe department at Neiman Marcus and suddenly became the proud owner of a pair of Ferragamo loafers. The Grinch, the Wicked Witch of the West, and the Great Gazoo had nothing on me colour-wise.

Ladies, I realize this isn't going to do anything for you (other than to make you wonder where you can find a guy with such great taste in shoes), but the fact that I actually know someone who owns a pair of shoes in this particular plane is very, very empowering. By which I mean it raises the upper limit of what I'm willing to pay for a pair. He claims they're comfortable enough to run in - of course one would never subject them to such treatment - which is not something I'd be prepared to say of ... almost any of my shoes, owned or coveted.