I was ecstatic when I came along these babies by Nine West last year while out shopping with my mom. I love them to death. They are very similar to once again the doc martens I wore the crap out of in high school. I'm telling you, as much as people say they grow out of things from high school, it pretty much isn't true. We carry the same taste in very similar ways forever.
In case you are wondering that's the Trashcan Sinatras in the background. Best band in the world!