A slave to fashion

Here is a good example of why I will never be considered a Fashion Diva:

I do not look at the above sandal and think fashion.  I look at it and think, “What in the hell is it?!!!”  A medieval torture device?  Summer footwear for the Roman Legion?  The mere thought of putting that on my foot gives me the creeps.  I get claustrophobia just looking at it.  I mean really, isn’t the whole point of a sandal to give your foot some breathing room?  Why – oh why – would you want to shackle your foot in up to your knee?  It gives whole new meaning to the phrase, a slave to fashion …