Put Freedom Back in Your Fashion

Prom night contained all the perfect elements crucial to success, with one small complaint:

My feet were killing me.

As the canvas and rubber nestling my fore-hooves will attest, I am a flip-flops sort of girl. Still, one can not accent taffeta and rhinestones with plastic.

Under duress, I wore heels this past weekend, and nearly died. (Until I drank a few cocktails and the pain mysteriously disappeared.)

How I wish I had discovered my new Rockport Kendra sandals before.

I love the flirty polka-dot of these shoes (sadly, so does my puppy), but what is tres awesome is the patented DMX foot bed wrapped in jute. I get to be cute, and not fall flat on my face.

Please note: On account of recent developments, I hope to  be wearing a brown polka-dotted bubble-skirt dress to the prom next year.  Be on the look out.