I make no secret of my love for shoes. For the third year in a row, a giant shoe calendar graces the front of the fridge in my kitchen.
While I embrace electronic technology in all its wondrous forms, I still prefer carbon-based technology to schedule the events occurring in my life.
… but I digress …
I can trace my fascination with shoes back to high school math class and a certain teacher named Miss Schutt – later to become Mrs Eaton.
I waited in anticipation of each class to see what pair of fashion genius she would be wearing on her impossibly tiny feet. More than a few times I marvelled at her ability to actually walk in those skyscrapers.
Fast forward many years later as a young professional, my choice of shoes was very modest – plain pumps with a sensible heel – but I would look longingly at their *kickass* cousins. Over time, my growing confidence was reflected in my collection of shoes.
By the end of my working career, my closet was filled with every type of “dress-up” shoe in a wide variety of styles, colours, and heel heights. Practicality didn’t always factor into my shoe choices … especially considering my monster-sized flat feet.
A recent review of my closet however has revealed a new truth.
While the direction in my life has changed since I retired, my passion for shoes has not. It’s merely taken on a new form.
Instead of dress shoes, my closet now overflows with boots. Snowboots, rainboots, hiking boots, … even snowshoes … all vying for space and attention.
It appears that one can never have too many shoes regardless of what form they take, but I must admit that for the most part, my feet are happier for the change.
I firmly believe that with the right footwear, one can rule the world.