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The last time I went to Las Vegas I decided the only thing on the modern strip (props to Fremont) that doesn’t make me want to do like this guy is Bonanza Gifts, the “largest gift shop in the world” located on the end of the strip near the Sahara. They have an awesome selection of Minnetonka moccasins, including the pair of my dreams. Even though they were a size too big, I bought them and began what’s sure to be a long and loving relationship with them, even after I realized that they are basically my version of UGGs (except you can’t get away with UGGs on the dance floor and at western-themed weddings, like my babies). Nonetheless, I’m still getting swept up in the moccasin rage that has been rampant lately, recalling the beaded slip-ons I used to rock as a tyke, and lusting after grownup, stylized updates like these:


These lovelies are from Camilla Staerk and available locally at Stand Up Comedy (811 E Burnside). I love how they update the trend from hyper authentic without ruining the classic references.