While I do my morning yoga, the Human usually takes a short walk to clear her head so she can be at her best for our boring pandemic life. I think it is a hopeless endeavor, but it gets her outta the house and outta my furs for awhile, so hey-ho, okay by me. To amuse herself, she takes pictures of random things she finds along the way. Because she does not have her own blog, she wishes to share some here occasionally. We'll see how it goes.
Little Broken Barbie here met her demise in front of our building. She may have been trying for the Venus de Milo look, but . . . nope.
So these were rather neatly tossed on a bench in the park. Since the shoes are unscuffed and the bag still had its price tag, Sherlock and I surmise that they were probably shoplifted by someone who later decided they did not suit her (or his) fashion sense. In a less virus-conscious time, the Human might have checked them out herself.