Shoes are great. I totally related to the main character in In Her Shoes. No matter how much a girl’s weight goes up or down or sideways (mine’s gone all three directions too many times to count) shoes look great. And regardless of weight issues, I just don’t have one of those clothes friendly bodies. Never have. Never will. I’m short. I’m stocky. I’m learning to live with that. One way I live with it is buying great shoes. And earrings. I’m big on earrings.
Yes, it’s true. I own enough shoes to make Imelda Marcos slightly giddy, but I’m not embarrassed about this. Hmmmm… What would be a better noun for a large shoe collection? A pride of shoes? A glory of shoes? A spectacular?
Don’t know. But I do know the the sunbeam, which arrived in my living room midway through my writers’ group meeting this morning, highlighted an embarrassment housework sins.
PS. Photo of shoe from Fluevog.