I have this friend named Tally who has this friend named Eve who posted a blog about (happy sigh and dreamy smile) shoes. More specifically, she posted about her favorite shoe and then urged everyone else to do so, as well. Now, you all know that I’m not much in the way of a “joiner”: I’m not a fan of tags and do them infrequently, I’m not changing my avatar to a dinner roll or my favorite endangered tree, and I’m not likely to post on something just because someone (much less someone who is a friend of a friend– and thankfully, I can at least link to her, so you know it’s not one of THOSE friends of a friend, you know . . . the ones that are really just me. Where was I? Oh yeah, so I’m not likely to post on something just because someone) else does and says others should, too.
But we’re talking shoes here, People. And in this world that means something.
Some of my happiest memories are of shoes; indeed, some of my most lasting and loving relationships have been with shoes (um, yeah, tell me about it). I teetered around in my mom’s heels almost as soon as I could walk–I don’t think she’s quite forgiven me for breaking the heels off or snapping them in the middle because my little girl foot didn’t fit her adult shoes. She mentioned it this past Christmas with a bit of a tear in her eye. She’s a shoe person, too. But I think that may have been the eggnog; it tends to get to you at the holidays, you know? Anyway, my feet soon grew and they grew until they were three sizes too big . . . for her shoes, and I had to have my own. I’ve blogged about ’80’s shoe choices already, and I’ve blogged about the arrival of my (then) new black and hunter green pumps, and I even composed my own list of shoe do’s and don’t even’s, so this favorite shoe idea seemed just the thing!
The above pictured shoes are called Rouge, and they’re by BrunoMagli; I have to say, they are among the most comfortable pumps I’ve ever put on my feet. Even with a three inch heel. It’s a comfy shoe for walking in, and it looks well with jeans, pants, skirts, whatever. It’s my “go to” pump when I’m not “feeling” an outfit + shoe combination.
I spotted this pump . . .
. . . on the Banana Republic site. I think I’m in love, but I’ve never worn a Banana shoe. Anyone?
Yay! Shoes. Did anyone ever sing a song about shoes? If not, they really should. Or I could get the shoe song in my heart recorded . . . .