“a box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid.” // j.r.r tolkien
the cliché is shoes.
ladies love LL choo j, we all have a bit of carrie in us, and we’ll take a pair of pumps over pretty much anything else (or is it jewelry and chocolate?); at least, i believe that’s the girly stereotype.
shoes are a difficult fit, and anyway – i’m not so much about jamming my feet into things as i am finding new totes and kits to jam all sorts of sundry in to. pockets, pouches, wallets and bags – i can’t seem to stop myself. i have more of them, than i have things to put into them. it’s a collection that has run rampant – i find them in every corner of the house – old wrappers, crumpled receipts, wayward mints and parking tickets i’ll be reminded to pay when i can’t renew my license in 2018 hidden inside of them. it’s a mess how i keep myself organized. but it’s an idiosyncrasy set so deep, i couldn’t possibly contemplate a change, unless of course, it’s to find myself another one.
➝ source : laura in red & black via mark cross
➝ source : grid stripe toiletry bag via leif shop