It gives me an excuse. Otherwise I might be mortified that I left the house this morning wearing shoes that don't match. Granted, they're both brown suede clogs, but one is plain and dark and the other is lighter, with stitching and a black yoke. This is what I get for not turning on my bedroom light when I get dressed. The funny part is I'm wearing Christmas-y polka dotted socks and was admiring them after I put my shoes on. Yeah, I'm blaming preggo brain for sure.