A couple years ago my friends decided that in order to 'Get Our Girl On', we needed ‘up’ our shoe fashion. I nodded approvingly but knew full well that I would fall pathetically short in that mission. Two main reasons – I am practical and I am cheap. I absolutely refuse to swap comfort for style.
It was 2009, the year of Ashley’s wedding. One friend, who was also being the ‘Mother of’ built her outfit around her spectacular shoes. She didn’t even care that the tiny heels would sink down into the lawn at the tent reception. Her shoes SANG! The 'upping' of my shoe fashion consisted of sewing vintage sparkly earrings on to extremely boring, plain sandals. My creativity is quite often born from thrift.
I was off to a business event one time with Jae when she insisted: “You can NOT wear those shoes.” “Why not?” I said, “They’re black.” “ They might be black, but they're UGLY. I am NOT going with you if you wear those shoes. I’ll lend you pair of mine.” she declared. I accepted her offer and when it was time to return them, she said “Keep them. You need them more than I do.” Bonus! They became my one and only pair of decent black shoes. And I’ve worn them and worn them. And worn them. But I do still sneak-wear my tired walking shoes.
Well, since they are my only pair of causal, comfortable black shoes, I had to wear them on my house mission this winter, which happened to involve paint. You get the picture. So, my black walking shoes – the expensive foreign ones which did start with ‘P’ …( Propet – I found the box) are terminal. I have come to admit that, just as I have come to the acceptance that my white running shoes belong in the gym. I bit the bullet today and decided to invest in another pair of black walking shoes.
By instinct, I gravitate to ‘Clearance.’ It was my lucky day! “Thirty percent off the already ridiculously low marked-down prices.” BONUS! Shoes my size. Cheap AND comfortable. Bonus, Bonus!
I went all Ilmeda Marcos. I had such a pile that I had to ask the sales clerk to get me a shopping cart. Her eyes got big, as I put pair after pair in …’Oh, I didn’t know you were TAKING all those … I thought those were just the ones you tried on.” "Indeed I am," I proudly told her, "I'm taking them ALL!". A sweet elderly lady looked into my cart and commented that I would likely never live long enough to wear out all those shoes. She did – truly! I laughed and shared with her that that was more shoes than I’ve owned in my entire life. She said 'It's more than I've owned in MY lifetime too."
I've got shoes for Alyssa’s wedding in August. It won’t matter what colour of dress I get – I've got it all covered. Silver, gold, black, cream, even red. I got a lovely pair of brown leather –soft & comfortable loafers. I got the most fabulously comfortable leather boots with a little heel. I even got my black walking shoes … thirty percent off $22. Some of the shoes were regularly $70 down to $14.99 and thirty percent off that. I even got some that were 30% off of 4.99. I'd have been crazy to not stock up, especially considering I actually only go shoe shopping once every 6 years. I am also not a Shopper.
A friend came into my kitchen and saw this huge pile of shoes on my table. "Are you trying shoes for the wedding?" she asked. "I BOUGHT them." I informed her. "ALL of them." "YOU??!! YOU aren't a shoe person. I can't believe it - that's HILARIOUS!" she said and laughed hysterically. "You really need to take a picture."
Why not. I’ve never been one before, and I’m all about new adventures. However - if I head off for a walk, you can bet the shoes that will be calling out to me will be my tired old buddies. I keep them well hidden because I know that there is definitely a conspiracy to make them disappear.