Retail Therapy: My Slick Kicks

I promise you I'm not a label whore, despite my profession. That being said, when I spotted these on a "shopping" trip I knew they would be mine. Feast your eyes on the D & G patent leather sneaks a la Chuck Taylor. It's gross just how comfortable they are. They smell fun and make me feel like a eurotrash  whore in the prime of her life. The kind of gal who has a bottle of champagne and a rail of blow for breakfast. Yup. That good.