Yes, I have friends who are dedicated shoe shoppers. There is a friendly competition as to who has more shoes and more colors. Sometimes I win; sometimes not; but there is serious competition.
You have to think of shoes as collectibles. Something you buy and show off – sort of like Hummel’s or Byers Choice. (No snickering please! At least you can wear shoes!)
We have spent many hours shopping with a good portion devoted to shoes. We are both very weak when it comes to a snazzy pair of foot coverings.
When we met up, I saw her shoes. They were the ones I had purchased two months ago. I wasn’t surprised.
We have totally different feet. Her feet are larger and wide. Mine are flat-footed and narrow. We wear the same colors and like the same styles so it’s no surprise that we like the same shoes. It is a surprise that they can look good on both of us.
We did some catching up on family stuff but of course we took a detour into “shoe land.” She said, “Do you remember those cream-colored stretchy sandals we both bought?” I thought a while and then I remembered.
It wasn’t a typical purchase. They weren’t pretty. In fact they were clunky-looking. (That’s a nice way of calling them ugly.) I only wore them under pants, really long pants.
So why did we buy them?
We were on an all-day shopping trip. We saved a special shoe store until the very end and our feet were tired. We were tired. Our pocketbooks were tired. We were just about out of steam (and no Starbucks in sight).
They looked attractive on the display. They had thick cushioned soles and wide elastic bands. We tried them on. They were so comfortable I kept them on and she bought a pair too. On a long day, comfort wins out.
I put the shoes on today for the first time in many years. They are going into the donation pile. She is getting rid of her pair too in favor of something more fashionable and dressy.
I have other shoes that are comfortable and far more attractive but these shoes have a story attached to them.
We haven’t been shopping in a long time. I don’t need clothes like I did when I was working but I sure miss the companionship, the giggles and the stories attached to the purchases.
They also need to have more Starbucks kiosks at outlet stores.