So I got sent these shoes a couple of weeks ago, and I love them.
Really love them.
In fact I don’t think the word love accurately describes the depth of my affection for this particular items of footwear. It wouldn’t be going too far to suggest that I would marry them
That’s how deep my commitment goes.
In fact, I have been inwardly cringing every time someone asks to try them on (and not because of the obvious fear of deadly foot fungus), but rather concern that they will not show my shoes the same level of affection that I possess for them.
It’s serious I tell you.
Enough that I somehow managed to wrangle myself a pair. It turns out that when it comes to footwear, I am not above begging.
What woman is?
What I particularly love about my Mox, (apart from the colour, fit and the way they make me appear slightly less bogan than I actually am), is their versatility.
You can wear them pretty much everywhere.
Case in point:
So many places, outfits and ways to wear Mox. Now I just need to beg Boatman for all the other colours….
Think of all the ways I could wear them!!