The sun is shining, I have new shoes...all is well in my world.
I'm not sure where my love of shoes began, I have an early memory of my first Mary Janes. I would have been about 3 and they were red and I would show them to anyone, friends, family, the milkman, the postman, random passers by. The following years weren't so happy and I suffered endless traumas in shoe shops as my very narrow feet meant I could only ever have the same style shoes. They were basically a pair of Mary Janes but with a double strap and I had them in black, patent black, red, brown and navy, over and over again. Each visit to the shoe shop would be accompanied by tears and tantrums and that was just my mom. As I got older things got worse and I would only be offered masculine lace ups. My first pair of fashion shoes were red plastic platforms with a big gold buckle and I loved them. They weren't great for running in though and I still have the scars to prove it.
Maybe the frustrations of previous years led to my passion for shoes, who knows but as soon as I got my own spondoolies I spent them on shoes...lots of shoes. If I liked them I would get them in several colours (this is was definitely an early years throw back)
The new shoe experience is enhanced by a nice shoe box, I keep them to keep the shoes in and also a matching bag.
Today's newest addition to the shoe family are a nude hidden platform court. I plan to wear them tonight and I will in the finest tradition be showing them to anyone and everyone, including I'm sure later in the evening, the taxi driver.
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