For the Love of Shoes

There are few things in life I love as much as I love shoes.

Handbags are one of them. But, I digress.

As I've mentioned here, my brother and sister.in.law were recently in Europe and made stops in  London, Paris and Rome just to torture me during their stay.

Not only did my brother bring me back photos of the Hermes window, as much for me as for Celia, but my sister.in.law snapped photos of random shoe displays throughout Europe many of which I'm pretty sure were placed there just to taunt me.

I swear I even heard my name being called in more than one of the photos! 

Of course, I zoomed in and found the makes of many of the lovelies. 

How could I not I ask you?

As evidenced by...

dilady

I want these shoes.

I need these shoes.

They are screaming my name. And I cannot make them stop.

They are by designer Annabel Winship who when asked what type of woman is in her target market, she replied "a woman who would like to smile when she looks down at her feet". 

That's me! That's me!

Here are just a couple of other whimsical favorites:

isabella {please note name}

hambug

And then, as if all this cuteness wasn't enough...I click on "my little winship" and then I cry.

Because I just cannot.handle.the.sweetness. 

union jack

ice cream

Sigh.

I need to go to Paris. Stat.

I'm dedicating today's post to my bloggy friend Cate who might just love shoes more than I do. Might.