Shoes, Glorious Shoes
I mentioned here yesterday that I have a problem with loss.
So in the interests of full disclosure, I think I should also reveal I have a problem with shoes. Not in in losing shoes, mind, in finding them. It appears from the straw poll I performed this morning regarding how many shoes other people actually own, I may* have a problem. Not a massive problem, just a little one. Or, not so much little, as errr… Well you be the judge.
Here are my shoes:
In my defence, I live in Queensland, and it is quite hot, so I require lots of thong-sandal-flimsy kind of shoes. It does however cool down in the Autumn, so I do require a few shoes for that change of season. In addition I am likely to go to Melbourne at least once a year, so I require black things and warm things to do that. Plus, there is the fact that I like to give the impression of being kind of casual-sporty, so I have no choice but to have a pair or several of Cons. (You may notice there is one pair of actual running shoes. I wore those in 2011, and I will say they were very comfortable that day.)
So there you have it. This is what the shoe situation is like for a person with many and varied tastes. I would also like to remind you, before you mock my abundance, that I wear every single pair of these shoes, except the white wedding shoes, but I will wear those this Friday. These shoes are my friends and allies. I have The Menopause, so sometimes it is impossible to find anything to wear that makes a girl feel good. My feet are never fat, and my shoes never fail me.