I love these shoes. I think I may have had the same ones when I was a teenager, though I'm not positive. Maybe they just belonged to a friend or a cousin and I secretly coveted them.
They are being sold by the vintage voice at etsy.
If they haven't sold by the time I get a new job, I'm buying them. Somehow, I think they will be gone by then, though. Maybe I can find another way to bribe myself. Maybe if they are still there by the time I get my first interview?
Just for the record, I'm already job hunting. I actually don't need the motivation of a pair of cute sandals. But it would be a seriously bitching treat to me for making this job thing happen.
Le sigh. I am in so much love with these shoes.