the good ol’ days of shoes
I can still fondly remember the day my shoe wardrobe arrived. It’s actually a bookshelf with glass doors, but because my shoes were crowding the store room downstairs, the folks suddenly decided to get me a shoe wardrobe as a gift. I was gobsmacked, because we normally pay for all our own stuff, but was happy all the same.
Prior to that, I’d been buying shoes non-stop. Because my feet were abnormally large for a kid, I learnt how to walk in heels when young. My first pair were silver pumps when I was 10. These days, my feet are abnormally small for a person my height. Which is a good thing. I get to buy tons, because they are always conveniently available.
So I’d smuggle shoes home, hiding them in the power meter box, running home, stuffing them in large bags. . Christ. The stuff I’d do. And then I’d line them up and take tons of photos of them. I still have most of them, and I definitely still wear them.
These days, I hardly take new shoe-specific photos any longer, unless I happen to be playing with PhotoBooth in my MacBook, which also happens to be a very bad addiction. And a very good one at that.
And then we can always have M&S white chocolate dancing shoes.
