Inside my closet you will find a huge pile of sloppily folded t-shirts and yoga pants and jeans (almost all have holes at the hems) that portray a false sense of organization. Hanging up are the pieces that I regularly recycle into my best possible outfits and guard with care. The day one of those pieces makes it into the muddle is usually monumental and marks a slow demotion for previously mentioned garment. But shoes do not go through this degradation. They are neatly aligned- no matter how old.
And lately they seem to be looking for friends. What do you think of these?
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