The smell of burnt hair

...no really, I set my head on FIRE. El Fuego. Muy fuego.

But, minutes later, I was taking these pictures for you... because I know you wanted to see them. Actually, the reason it was on fire is because of you! You and wanting pictures!

It is okay, I forgive you.

(OK, maybe it is my fault for leaning over the Advent wreath trying to set my camera up for pictures...)

First, check out my legs (and the shoes that are being returned):



Now just the shoes:





Now, the whole outfit:

Maybe I should run the high-heel race next year...

Because at least my shoes would fit in:



I bought them to go with the dress below... and the colors look awesome together..but...

Well, this picture doesn't quite capture the hooker/drag queen vibe these things send off in real life.

I haven't decided to send them back yet, however, I decided they weren't appropriate for work (and generally I will wear any of my shoes to work). So, does anyone know where a girl can find a pair of purple shoes?

Don't I look cute in this

dress?

I think so, but I am going to keep the tags on until I get the cardigan and shoes to go with it.