Los Zapatos de los Sueños

For all y'all monolinguals who don't understand the title, this is the day you learn how to use Google translate.
And now, the point of this post. THE shoes. The shoes I drool over. The shoes that the mere sight of launches me into a state of WORLDLY-ISM. Greed. Selfishness. Desire.
Oh PF Flyers, why do you do this to me?! As if your ridiculous comfortability wasn't enough, your sentimental value just kills me, since the hero of one of my favorite childhood movies wears you (speaking of which, if you haven't seen The Sandlot, you'd better get on that sooner than later).
If only I had an extra $55 kicking around...(ha, ha, punny!)

Wait, are you kidding? This girl? Spend that much on shoes?
Oh Aubrey, you're a comedian.

The point is, I like these shoes. I might even love these shoes. But I can't buy them when my bank account is low, even if my want is high. Nooooo sir. (or possibly ma'am. Don't want to offend anyone.)
So, the point is, be a pal, and tell me if you see them on sale. :)

And while we're on the subject...
Here are some other shoes that I love more than my mother's homemade peach pie. (Almost).

More PF Flyers...yep

And then Creative Recreation...I. Love. These. Shoes. (Their guys' shoes are sweet too, just so ya know.)























¡Adios!
P.S. if you're still craving peach pie, maybe I'll feel generous and...nah, I won't make you any.