Trauma cookie shoe

To reward myself for running the half-marathon and get a belated b-day present my Mom insisted on giving me money for, I have decided to get myself a gift. Besides, who needs a trauma cookie if you can have a trauma shoe?
Figure 1. Trauma shoe, proudly acquired at a quarter of the price. Perfect combination of refined and "I don't wanna grow up." And now, if you'll excuse me, I am off to brake these babies in.