Faust

I did something terrible -- and perhaps unforgivable -- today.

After my waxing, I had some free time to walk around the mall, which, in my defence, is a tiny shopping centre and has very little in terms of decent stores.

In a moment of weakness, I held my breath and went into Liquidation World. (Not breathing is essential for the first few moments in this musty, rotten-smelling, factory-seconds warehouse of a store.)

I walked around, trying not to touch anything, lest I be contaminated.

But then I saw knitted yellow sweaters on sale for 60 cents. I mantain that it was their fault; they lured me into the ghastly clothing section.

It was there that I saw the shoes. It was there that I happened to notice they were only $2.00. And it was there that I compromised my snobby shopping mores and tried them on.

And then I traded a little piece of my soul to buy the beautiful sweatshop leftovers.

(The Lonely Photographer is refusing to take a picture of them, so unless you try some gentle coersion I'm afraid I can't show you the extent of their cuteness.)