You. Guys. I need some booties.
I need high heeled ones to wear with skirts and tights. I need low ones to wear with skinny jeans and casual skirts.
To be fair, when I say "need," I actually mean "want intensely and single-mindedly."
Except... I sort of need them.
How can something with so ridiculous a name be so essential to my life? And how could I have held out this long, only to crumble in a fit of Fall 2013 bootie-loving euphoria? It's like my unfulfilled baby hunger has finally manifested itself into something else: a shoe with a baby-sounding name. It may be misguided, but I like it.