Where my feet want to be

With a lack of snow for pretty much an entire California mountain winter, spring is around the corner. And I can't wait.

I've been lusting over stupid vacations like Palm Springs. Just. Because. I. Need. Warm.

With warmth comes sandals, booties, heels, non-heels, and of course, mules-that-fall-under-the-sandal-category-as-well.

And because my parents decided to give me the middle name ZOE, I'm crazyyyy and half of the shoes I want are snake skin.

This actually has nothing to do with the fact that my parents both agreed on a middle name for me that starts with Z. I think it has more to do with my sisters throwing snakes at me as a child and thus, I have a fear of snakes.

To overcome that fear, I'm going to wear their skin in my FEET. PETA be damned. Snakes suck, and I bet there is a small subsection in PETA's establishment clause that has an asterisk next to it saying *we love animals but snakes are evil since the beginning of biblical time. 

Plus, the pattern on shoes is just too awesome to deny. And, other than those most beautiful Vince snake skin mules in the center that I may sell an arm for, the snake skin is fake (all of the badass, none of the guilt). 

None of these shoes will, however, save me from a snake bite, so that sucks.

Where do you want to put your feet? Maybe a beach? Hot wax? A tub of grapes? I'm all ears.