They're so cute!! (And that's a ultra-shoe-snob speaking.)
I have 9 shelves devoted to shoes in my closet. And I've only been able to wear 2 pairs of them for the last couple-three years. Sigh. Argh. (Plantar wart[s] plus associated surgeries therefor. Hip injury before that. Hm, I guess it's been longer than 2-3 years. Like 9-10. *whimper*)
Almost none of them are new. I buy second-hand shoes, and I wear the ones I buy new until they fall apart. If they're comfortable. And then I take them in for repeated shoe repair until nothing more can be done.
My feet have grown again, and I've finally caved to that pressure, so I've got a laundry bag full of shoes waiting to go to the second-hand shoe store. Still haven't worked up to taking them out.
If I were a rich pig, I'd have those 9 shelves filled with stylin', fittin', comfortable shoes. Mostly hand-made for me me me. With cork soles.
My current adoration is for Haflinger's. Cork-soled, mostly mules. Can't find any in my city; just might have to make a run to DC. There's a great store on Dupont Circle which carries oodles.
Why is it so hard? Speaking for myself: 'Cause shoes hold my soles. They ground me and free me. Without comfortable, well-fitting shoes, I can't walk. And style rules. Ugly shoes are depressing.
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I have 9 shelves devoted to shoes in my closet. And I've only been able to wear 2 pairs of them for the last couple-three years. Sigh. Argh. (Plantar wart[s] plus associated surgeries therefor. Hip injury before that. Hm, I guess it's been longer than 2-3 years. Like 9-10. *whimper*)
Almost none of them are new. I buy second-hand shoes, and I wear the ones I buy new until they fall apart. If they're comfortable. And then I take them in for repeated shoe repair until nothing more can be done.
My feet have grown again, and I've finally caved to that pressure, so I've got a laundry bag full of shoes waiting to go to the second-hand shoe store. Still haven't worked up to taking them out.
If I were a rich pig, I'd have those 9 shelves filled with stylin', fittin', comfortable shoes. Mostly hand-made for me me me. With cork soles.
My current adoration is for Haflinger's. Cork-soled, mostly mules. Can't find any in my city; just might have to make a run to DC. There's a great store on Dupont Circle which carries oodles.
Why is it so hard? Speaking for myself: 'Cause shoes hold my soles. They ground me and free me. Without comfortable, well-fitting shoes, I can't walk. And style rules. Ugly shoes are depressing.
Imagine being able to afford a custom pair of Peter Fox shoes:
http://www.peterfoxshoes.com/index.php?cat=6
*drool*
Wouldn't life be grand?