treasure hunting

We spent Sunday mostly in thrift stores and an antique shop hunting for treasure. The sky was overcast and laze-inducing, so thrifting was really the only option.

I have a rule about thrifting - I will not wear someone's old shoes. Gross. I don't even like to touch old shoes, much less put them on my feet. That is, until I saw these babies:

They were my size and my price, and they revealed themselves on the very day that my stand-in boots (which replaced some broken-down Frye boots), had just popped the zipper and I found myself totally boot-less.

Shiny metal tips! Now I can really do some kicking.