You KIDDING me with this?

Okay, inspiration has been low lately, I admit. But as I was passing by The Tannery this morning on my way to work, I noticed yet another affront to good taste staring at me from their window. (This is the space that used to be Jasmine Sola, another affront to good taste and common sense, where one could buy a terrycloth tank top in the fluorescent color of your choice, for a mere week's pay. Honestly.) And I thought - well, maybe it's time for an ugly shoe rant. What the hell - haven't done one in a while and I have precious little else to bitch about these days. May as well utilize what little inspiration the world throws my way.

Now, I realize I'm no fashionista. Years of being able to wear jeans to work and never having to dress up have narrowed my wardrobe down to these basic elements: Jeans, sweaters in various shades of green, gray or black, t-shirts, workout clothes, sneakers and boots. Let's face it, if it's not made by Timberland, Doc Martens, Converse, Nike, Levi's, or Carhartt, chances are I won't know what the hell it is or what it's for. This means that every day of my life I'm basically wearing some color variation of the same basic outfit. While this may not be very interesting, it is comfortable, functional, easy - and I can get dressed in the dark without worrying that I'll leave the house in something embarrassing.

But every once in a while, when I turn my blinkered and sleep-encrusted eyes towards something that's so egregiously UGLY, so unbelievably HORRID, there is some little tiny part of my brain that reacts to it and wants to assert that somewhere waaaaay down deep inside this utilitarian soul, there's a sense of style with an actual voice that says "HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE MISSUS, what is THIS? Why...oh, WHY does the fashion industry hate us so???"

But honestly, is a rant really necessary? Do I have to spell out what's wrong with this picture?

Fucking Hell. Stop it. Stop it now.