A much younger version of myself once went up to my mother and said, “I want witch shoes”.
“Well, Samantha, Halloween is a few months off.”
“No, Mom, I want witch shoes to wear every day.”
And so it began. Before I could even reach the drug store shelf that had the black hair dye on it, I wanted pointy toed, button up Victorian style boots. I also would have graciously accepted a pointy hat, but thankfully, Mom knew better than I did.
*Don’t judge those by the photo. I have a pair, and they are actually super cute on.