Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love my TOMS shoes (for those of you who aren't familiar, check them out here). Infact, I'm such a firm believer in them that I have four pairs of them. I know...it's a sick obsession, and sort of hypocrises what the shoes' message embodies, but I can't help it. Just like Mr. Magorium, I am an avid shoe wearer. And in my defense, the woman who birthed me has an entire wing of her closet devoted exclusively to shoes, and I fear that one day I too may become that very same person.
Naturally, I can't go anywhere without my comfortable sock-like investments, and so of course I saved room in my suitcase for (at least) three pairs to tag along for my east coast adventure. But I found out very early on, the harsh realities of how incorrect of a choice they are working as a PA, during 14 hour shoots! I have two disgustingly beautiful blisters on my right heel. Oh well, they don't call it work for nothing, eh?!
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