Purple and black.

Red and burgundy, square toed clogs.
 
My big sister Maelee was the grooviest.

I aint feel one bit of the bad for stealing and wearing all her clothes. 

But clothes don’t talk to back to you.

They don’t call you when they leave for college.

Shoes weren’t there to tell you about how the filthy nature of boys.

They definitely weren’t there for marriage or pregnancy.

I wear sandals now.