I cleaned our oven today. Talk about the world’s grossest job. The brown goop that came out of it was so gross, omg. I guiltily used almost an entire roll of paper towels-I just couldn’t bring myself to use a damp rag that would need rinsing after each swipe. Ugh. Anyway, this horrible task led me to need a trip out of the house. I’d been feeling Eaton Centric for a few weeks, so that’s where I wound up.
Didn’t buy much, just a non-branded sweater on sale from Bench. It’s ok. The fun was at Winner’s, the one at College Park. It’s not a particularly swanky location, not like the Bay-Bloor one, so when I saw these shoes I almost choked on my free Halls.
Ugly, right? I though, oh they must be by Gwen Stefanie or something, but the name is Roger Vivier and apparently he’s a big deal because I flipped them over and saw this:
Srsly. That’s $599.99 for what may be the fugliest shoes at Winner’s. I know someone will think, oh but they’re Roger Vivier (and again, whoever the eff that is) but that doesn’t cancel out the ugly.