Skulls have jumped the shark

I was really into the skull thing back when it was fresh. I loved the dichotomy of skulls + pretty (in the same way I loved pink/pretty camo before it became *a thing*).

But between the fact that skulls are now everywhere, and the fact that the past few years have reminded me that death really can insert itself anywhere, I no longer find them as amusingly attractive as I used to. This skull-bedecked running headband was in a bathroom drawer, and it's time for it to grace another runner's sweaty brow.

I'm back! And I'm getting rid of these cute shoes.

Can't remember the last time (if ever) I wore them. Out they go.