Tell me... When yummy shoes like these are available, what compels a woman to spend her days wearing these? Or worse yet, these, these, these or these? Low self esteem? Please, dear readers, tell me.

I know what you're thinking... "Franki... not all of us share your love of heels so high they'd be better labeled stilts. Some of us like - and even prefer - the comfort and look of a low heel or flat." Fair enough. So why not just don something as sweet as these sweet sandals below?


I mean there's "sensible" (which I've come to appreciate since last year's purchase of my much loved Bernardo low-heeled bronze thong sandals) and "soup kitchen sad" footwear. Please... please, ladies. You owe it to yourselves and to your fellow countrymen (and women) to let your footwear be the source of much joy. Don't be fooled by fashion week's muted palette and somber approach: fashion is escapism. It ought be a source of inspiration, not a reflection of Wall Street. Soup kitchen chic? No thanks. 

I'll let my feet speak for me. Life is good and I'm going places. I'm happy and I'm on the path to greatness. Feet don't fail me now!

For forth and spread the love!