style diary: i have a dorothy complex

i like red shoes

i don’t know when exactly it dawned upon me: my penchant for red shoes. one day it just flew into my head and visions of munchkins *not the doughnuts* and bad witches and good witches came dancing into my head.
I have an official dorothy complex.
and not the never ending need to formulate a true plan to get to a mythical structure called ‘home’; no i have a truly magical love of magical red shoes.
i’m bizarre. i’ve got you to this point. keep going.
person: i think you wear red shoes because you are trying to match your hair color.
me: of course. you’re right. now read my mind. oh wait. you can’t? FAIL.

my pretty new dorothy kicks and my pig of a kitty

mmm. red high top rhinestone studded reeboks. and my kitty Water. that little photo hog was all over these kicks but i prevailed and won. (yes: i have a kitty named water)
i bought these at El Kartel in vancouver. sometimes i just want to move into that store and rent a cot in the back.

i'm a sucker for shiny and pretty

shiny. pretty. rhinestones. ohh. me loves.
i am okay with my dorothy complex. are you?
you have no choice.
meow.meow. bitches.