There’s nothing more satisfying than being able to blow ridiculous amounts of money on fabulous, life-changing outfits. If my personality could possibly be encapsulated by anybody, my friends and I all agree that it’d be Carrie from SATC (Sex and The City, for those of you who aren’t so acquainted in girltalk). Writer? Check. Hopelessly entangled in these movie-like love affairs that end up being written about as the characters in my stories? Check. The nerve to wear insane outfits, regardless of public opinion? Check…and that one sometimes comes with a grimace. Shopaholic extraordinaire? CHECK.

Seriously… I think I might need these. I know I might say this a lot, but this time I say this with a little more urgency. These are the beautiful byproduct of a torrid love affair between Nike and this year’s fascination with gladiators. And they have my name written all over it. They’re sexy and spunky and I just know they’ll look beautiful on 8.5 sized feet (yeah, I’m Big Foot’s distant cousin). Nike reps, if you ever read this, send me a package and I will happily promote the shit out of whatever you mass produce next. In the meantime, I’ll be looking for change (which is most definitely not in my bank account) to snatch it on my own.

-SamSun