I love shoes. I have many, many pairs of them. People find that funny, because I don’t wear them out. How could I possibly have a need for so many shoes? Just because I don’t walk in them, that doesn’t mean I can’t love them. I love shoes just as much as any ambulatory girl. They are a great way to enhance even the most boring ensemble.
The other day I stopped in a discount designer clothes shop to pass some time. Nothing in the store is over $10, because everything has some kind of flaw. Most of the clothes have a hole in them, so I moved on to the shoes. In my mind, I hit the jackpot. I pretty much only wear a certain style of Skechers when it comes to athletic shoes. Needless to say, I was thrilled to find a decent selection of them. I ended up with three pairs – white with sparkles, cream with sequins and one with just a fashionable brown design. I love sparkles and anything shiny, what can I say? And for two of the three pairs, the only flaw I could find was that they had mismatched sizes (one shoe is a 6, the other a 7). That doesn’t make a difference for me, since, afterall, I don’t walk in them. Ha. I have yet to figure out what the flaw is on the third pair that actually has matching sizes.
Aren’t they fabulous?
To some people flaws are worthless, to others they are absolutely perfect.
