Weird Shoes

I admit, I'm kinda known for my shoes. Turquoise stacked-heel sandals? Check. Pointy-toed red-lace-up calf-length boots? Uh huh. Gray oxford-style booties in a leather so soft you could spread it on bread? Yup. Shoes can take an outfit from ordinary to extraordinary and can make you feel like you have ten times more outfits than you actually do.

Another bonus? Spray a little waterproofing stuff on them and they are impervious to drool, spit-up, Cheerio mush, and most forms of precipitation. One pair of shoes I own even claims to be Satan-resistant:

Shoes don't care if you've gained or lost weight. With proper care they can last a decade or longer. They can be repaired--a good cobbler can resole, restitch and reglue worn shoes that you can't bear to give up. I'm willing to invest more money in shoes than in almost any other piece of clothing, because I know that the good ones will be sticking around a long time.

It's about creating a relationship. If the shoes are comfortable and I can see myself wearing them forever, I'll put forth the effort to keep them in good shape. Kind of like my relationship with my husband, except that with shoes, monogamy is not required. Thank God.