In a roundabout way, thanks to my friend Nona, I discovered Fluevog shoes. I'm in love. And not like that one time, where I thought I was in love but really it was a deep-seated lust masquerading as love. Not this time. Love is coursing through my toes. Begging to be shod in the one-of-a-kind stitch witchery of John Fluevog.
Is $265 too much to pay for true love?
