Red mice (Part I)

One of the most curious uses of having a blog is that it helps you make it clear to your environment what you like and, therefore, the potential gifts that could make you tremendously happy. This is how in October 2010 I published that I was madly in love with Marc Jacobs mouse flats, and now, in May 2012, I own four pairs. And I'm happy with every single one of them, mind you.

The first pair that arrived was the one I'm showing you above, those beauties in blue velvet, which are actually slippers. They were a mistaken gift from stepsister M. She thought they were normal ballet flats, but when they arrived by mail, the soft sole revealed them to be allergic to asphalt. For me, they are pure luxury, pure indulgence. You might see it as frivolous to invest this way in slippers, but consider this: they are probably the shoes you spend the most hours in, and, I don't even want to tell you about the joy of having cute little rodents at your feet when you find yourself in the uncomfortable situation of spending a few days in the hospital.

The second pair also arrived by mail, but from stepsister A (yes, I know, for evil fairy-tale stepsisters, they're not doing so bad). In this case, they were a pair of punk mice, in black leather with studs; you can't ask for more from life. Damn Marc, you've been reinterpreting these shoes for years, and I like each new pair you release more than the last.

By the way, I am totally against Charlotte Olympia's cat shoes; she basically took the same concept but put cat faces on them instead of mouse faces. A coded message to Marc? Pure cheek?

What do you think, are you more of a cat or a mouse person? And when it comes to slippers, does anything go? Do you have them with heels and pink pompoms?

Hugs,

The Countess Mouse