One of the defining addictions of the 20/30s generations of women seems to be a love affair with shoes. Designer shoes, killer shoes, spike heels, open toes, expensive shoes. It has become a cliché in Chick Lit, on TV and in advertising.

Anxious, bored, upset? Get a new pair of shoes.

Other than yarn, books and CDs -the shoe shopping gene seems to have missed me completely. In fact, I don’t even own more than one pair of pumps. Black they are, and suitable to be worn with dress uniform. Not to mention that most of the time I wear my only pair of dressy flats for dress-up occasions.

This morning I counted. Yes, I have more pairs of military footgear (aka boots) than I do items for dressier occasions. What I have is comfortable shoes to wear when not at work. i have a decent pair of running shoes and several pairs of LLBean shoes that pull-on.

same shoe, just different colors....

same shoe, just different colors....

Exciting? Not really, but my feet never hurt, I can walk for hours and run if I need to.

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2 Responses to Shoes

  1. The cat says:

    What makes me mad is that they do not make shoes for paws like mine. Men get nice, flat, comfortable looking smart shoes. Not fair! (Or should that be not furr?)

  2. AlisonH says:

    Birkenstock 37 Wide. To quote Bugs Bunny, Thththththththat’s all, folks!

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