Not that kind of nudie.
Francesca and I found the pair of nude flats pictured above during a shopping trip when she was visiting last January…and I’ve worn them so much over the past few months that they’ve fallen apart. Like, they are literally in pieces. I was going to take a photo just because it’s actually funny how completely destroyed they are (and funnier still that I was wearing them up anyway until two days ago), but I can’t find them anywhere. Maybe they went and threw themselves out because they were tired of waiting for me to do it.
Now, I’m not usually big on “replacement” shoes – I feel like whenever anything gets worn out it’s an opportunity to try something new. But pointy-toed nude flats are clearly my default shoes…and so a replacement it is.