I love how they describe the rubber as “odorless”, your feet certainly won’t be after pounding the street in them.
Wellington boots are a fantastic invention. Shoes crafted from the same rubber, not so great. I detest those Westwood/Melissa pixie boots with the three gold orb buttons. They are far more of an abomination than these (even with a rat on them.)
Do these come in men’s sizes? Because on my left foot I can only wear open-faced shoes due to a large rat-shaped growth, so with a little modification a pair of these would help me look normal in public.
UGH. Is anyone actually misguided enough to pay money for that?
Re: rodents, Mickey Mouse is good (despite Disney Channel’s other live-action crap). Ditto Marc Jacobs’s mouse flats. But plastic rats on people’s feet…..how many hallucinogens did it take for the concerned shoe designer to come up with this?
Love ’em. I would wear them, and then go stamping on the feet of anyone with a marc jacobs mouse shoe. Rats beat mice. THe dead pan “rat accent” is classic.
Although i re-read the description… They are plastic. a kind of pretty rat infested croc. eew. I don’t wear plastic shoes.
Pudfish, great minds think alike! I would wear them with a roach-patterned dress. Madagascar hissing cockroach, to be precise. Or maybe these ripped and tapped jeans by Margiela – you can see them on “KIngdom of Style”. Then I could go dumpster-diving to find all the marvellous stuff, as directed by frugan life blog. Really, the possibilities are endless…
Clearly, lower-end luxury jelly shoes are not made for anyone who ever lived where there’s real rats. Personally, I find the petty annoyances and disgusting details of rich people even cuter! I’d like some divorce paper-paper crane flowers or some leftover liposuction fat cube beads on my Melissa shoes, please.
Oh, they’re odorless now? Melissas used to have what was described as a “bubblegum smell” (see this blog post on spotting counterfeits: http://www.shoefraud.com/index.php/tag/melissa/) which, when I encountered a shelf of Melissas in a Toronto shoe store, was more what I’d call “bubblegum via recycled Strawberry Shortcake doll left in a mouldy basement since the 80s” and nearly made me – honestly – throw up.