I want to whisper a little thank you to Harper for eating my Kensie wedges. I LOVED these shoes, but I’ve had them since Macy’s was Robinson’s May, and they were past their prime even before the dog sunk her teeth into them. Since it’s her fault that they are no longer salvageable, I get new wedges. And I have them all picked out. So Harper, thanks for the help!
PS My old bikini is in the living room… have at it. 🙂