{store windows.} 5.22.12

“i would look perf with your peasant top and skinny jeans, baby! just try me on...i know you want me.”
they call me.
i glance back, now fully aware of the fact that they really would look good with that shirt and pants.
but i can’t. no. i mustn’t.
“oh babbbyyy,” the shoes slur. drunk! uh, ew! nauseating. “i knowyou’vehadyoureyes setonme. indulgeeebaby.”
so tempting.
"you don’t need them!!" reason screams.
i turn my back on the shoes.
i'm confident without them.
but they grow frantic. “OH BUT WAIT! you mustn’t leave yet! look at the sign! buy one get one 50% off?”


dang, they’re good.