
I'm unapologetic. I love my shoes. I love my cute shoes. I've had foot problems for the last year or so, so I haven't been able to wear what's in my collection, nor have I felt much like acquiring anything new.
Well, the foot is better. It's not great, but it's good enough. And I've got new shoes I don't even have clothes to match. So, I'm buying myself new clothes, too. If ONLY Mike's operating principle wasn't "When we run out of money, you'll stop buying shoes."
2 comments:
I sympathize.
After three sprains, my right ankle is a separate zone in my body that chooses to be as fragile as the rest of my flesh and bone box will be when I am in my nineties.
Hence, many pretty shoes are gathering dust.
Sigh.
Now and again I log onto Nordstrom or Macys.com and indulge in shoe porn. But it's not the same.
Men need to understand that our collection of shoes = one of their silly sports cards
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