Women are notorious for buying shoes .
. . lots of them! I, for one, hate to go shopping because I can never find a pair
that doesn’t hurt my feet. When I can
find a comfortable pair of shoes, I wear them into the ground before I again
consent to go shoe shopping. I can only peruse about two stores before I am
dead on my feet and that is not the
time to buy a pair of shoes!
Not so, with my daughter, Kristen. She
can wear anything—heels or flats, in or out of fashion. She is a shoe “horse”
and a “bloodhound” for a good sale. I think she gets it from her Aunt Paula
because I sure didn’t raise her this
way.
When Kristen was packing to go off to
college, she paid her little brother, Aaron, to straighten all the shoes in her
closet and he counted 32 pairs. Now that she’s married with a career that
requires a professional look, she has two
closets full of clothes and shoes. Out of curiosity, I spent one Saturday
morning counting several pairs of black heels, black flats, black sandals,
black boots…and that’s just her black
footwear.
When I was babysitting for my
granddaughter, Emma, one evening, I decided to straighten her closet. As I
matched up all her shoes and lined them in a row, I counted fourteen pairs. My
granddaughter is TWO!!!
I wonder? Is there something wrong with
me that I am not a shoe fanatic and
don’t like to go shopping? I would rather pull teeth than fight the mall at any time and especially when I am in
need of shoes! My husband was very thankful of that fact because I never
dragged him along.
When the need arises, I can find a “shoe” greeting card to fit any occasion.
That tells me there must be plenty of females out there who are just like my
daughter . . . either shoe “rich” or shoe “poor” depending on how you look at
it! J
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