I KonMari’d my MKs

I had to say goodbye to Michael. Not my dad Michael but to Michael Kors.  We had a great relationship. At least my feet did.  With his shoes. I actually have to plead ignorance because I was oblivious to his brand popularity until a co-worker from New York gushed over my metallic gold sneakers whichContinue reading “I KonMari’d my MKs”