I have a love/hate relationship with shoes.
If I had my druthers, I would rather be barefoot. This works well around the house, but not so much outside. I don’t mind running around the house in my stocking feet, but again it doesn’t work so well when I’m going places.
I am very picky about my shoes. Comfort is my number one priority. Keeping those ten little piggies happy is a big job. When I buy shoes, I test them out in the store. I walk around for a long time, making absolutely sure that they are going to work. My sole is at stake, here, and I take that very seriously. I’m never callous about shoes, and I’m determined not to be a heel.
The second thing on my shoe-do list is they can’t be ugly. They can be a little on the plain side, but ugliness cannot be tolerated. This lets a lot of comfortable shoes out.
Price is always a factor, but it comes in dead last after comfort and looks. No matter how good a deal the shoes are, if I can’t enjoy the way they look and feel, it is no deal at all. My favorite shoes are usually the ones that cost me more than I really want to pay, but I’m worth it. My feet agree.
I gave up most heels long ago in favor of comfort, but I’m not wild about flats, so I try for something in between. The shoe has to be lightweight. Most shoes weigh me down, and I hate that. It wears me out. I want shoes that are as light as air.
Not long ago while shopping in my favorite thrift store, I found two pair of shoes that were just my size. They were adorable and they were cheap. I walked around the store for about an hour and decided that they would work, even though the heels were a bit higher than I usually wear.
The brown pair had a bow and they went perfectly with several of my outfits. I wore them to church and three different people asked me where I got them. They were so impressed when I told them how clever I was. I haven’t worn them since. They didn’t pass the comfort test. They felt fine in the store. What was I thinking?
The black pair is almost as cute and is decorated with buttons and stitching. They aren’t quite as high and I love how they look, but really, I can’t wait to get them off after Church.
I gave the brown ones to my daughter. She loves them. I’m still wearing the black ones—for now. Was Cinderella this picky?
If the shoe fits…