Believe it or not, Kate and I have an ongoing battle with whose shoes is taking up too much space in the apartment. With a tiny one-bedroom in San Francisco, we have to fight for closet space and shoe space. Can’t blame us; we love swaggerin. Kate has her boots, and I have my drivers. I’ve been rockin the loafers and oxfords for a few years and I love them.
But it looks like it’s time for a new pair of brown ones. I’ve outworn ‘em. I don’t mind the scuffs. In fact, I love them, but the they’re almost sole-less. I have 15 other shoes I can easily pop on but these are seriously like my two pairs of Chucks I wore 90% of the time when I was a young little mijo. Oxfords and loafers are my grown-ass man versions of my pair of Chucks and Van’s.
