If The Shoe Fits, Buy It
I love shoes. I love their structure, they're like sculptures. I love all the designs and patterns and colors and textures. I love everything about shoes.
Except wearing them.
Even before my current state of big fat swollen ankle I had a terrible time with shoes. Back in my disco days I was famous for falling off my platforms, sliding out of my espadrilles.
I once got a heel stuck in a subway grate and left one shoe there as the other shoe, with me in it, boarded the train.
At the Minneapolis airport, while on a business trip, I ran toward the gate with heels in hand to catch the last flight of the day. As I arrived, waving wildly at the gate agent, one of the shoes in my hand went flying across the waiting area. Thankfully it didn't hit anyone. This was pre absurd security procedures. Now I probably would have been taken down.
Today my shoe adventures revolve around what will fit and feel the most comfy.
SIX WORD SATURDAY
