I have a love/hate relationship with shoes. That said - here is my dream. A closet devoted JUST to shoes. Shoes in all colors, styles, and for every occasion. Shoes that fit perfectly on my not so perfect feet. Shoes that caress and stimulate and invite walking. Shoes that say "Hey, look at me!" Shoes opened-toed, closed, flat, high, stacked, strapped, and slung. Shoe light on my feet, soft as feathers, yet possessing the strength to keep me from falling down.
I don't have ANY shoes like these. I wear the shoes I have until they fall off my feet. When I find something that fits and is comfortable it generally isn't the least bit stylish and is always ALWAYS flat. They slide on and slip on. No buckles or straps for me. When I make a purchase mistake, they trip me up. Trip me up enough and they are consigned to the back of the closet. I've fallen so many times, my left knee won't bear weight to kneel in church anymore.
I hate having my feet surrounded in any sort of covering. That probably explains why I don't buy athletic shoes and rarely wear the one pair of walking shoes I DO have. Flip flops work for me. If flip flops could be styled as athletic shoes, I'd be in heaven. I would have mainly naked feet flashing my electric blue polish pedicure and the balance, poise, and strength of a Jackie Joyner-Kersee.
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