101 Shades of Pink

A look inside the medicine cabinet of a co-worker. I've never seen anything like this and felt it was too good to pass up. She is a lot of lipstick's lady.

Life Isn't Always Pretty

Here are another pair of shredded shoes I own. These were beautifully crafted back in the day, made from satin, cloth and wood, accompanied with rhinestone shoe clips. I purchased them in the mid nineties from an antique store, they had never been worn and came in the original box from the 1920's. Obviously I've worn them to their death.

Skeleton Shoes

No I'm not advertising these for sale on my Etsy. The only way anyone might buy these is if I become famous after death for being the worlds most bizarre shoe hoarder. Not a fancy way of being remembered. I guess they speak for themselves, although they do have a story. It all came apart after I went to a Verbal Abuse show at Shady Acres, a rotten, decrepit punk house, ran by Phil. The shows took place in a old barn behind the house. It was pretty much a club, he charged at the "door" and that's how he payed his rent. Anyway, the shoes. So after a night at Phil's, I left the shoes there. I don't remember why. I'm sure I was drunk, my feet hurt and I lived a block away. I went back for them the next day only to find the heels hammered into a tree. My jaw dropped, but I couldn't help but laugh, collect them and go. Shady Acres was shut down and it's since been rehabilitated, I actually lived there for a few months with my friend Ashley who now resides in it's peaceful state. I still wear these shoes, they've endured a lot and with anything that has I don't believe in throwing out.