I still have a soft spot in my heart for sneakers. When I saw these on the Thrush Etsy site, I said to myself, “Self, there’s no way these will be in your size. Go ahead and look at them, you know you won’t be tempted.”

But wouldn’t you know it, they’re in my size. Damn. Now what do I do? I’d love a sweet pair of vintage kicks. But I can also hear the disapproving tone in my husband’s voice as I bring home a pair of shoes that I can’t wear to work. The price is great. You’d pay as much, if not more, for a new pair of  Adidas.

I don’t think I can justify this purchase (not when I’m preparing my argument for new summer shoes). A younger, more sporty self would have snapped them up in a sec. Think I need to get some cute wedges to make adulthood more bareable.