I was cleaning out the shoes in my closet when I saw this pair of black creepers that I saved up my moneys for waaaaay back during my early undergrad years. Those days, these pups and I were inseparable, and I would brave the slippery, sloping hill from my dorm room to my classes with nothing between the ice and my socked feet but 3 inches of tracktionless rubber. I must have had a death wish or something.
These days, these creepers are pretty much time-outing 24/7 in the back of my closet, while I decide whether or not I can part with the memory of pairing them with petticoats or rainbow tights. Perhaps one day.