I might have a shoe problem.
It’s a problem especially now that I live alone and there is no one to stop me from my madness.
As I write this, the one side of my king-sized bed is covered in new boxes. The government called it an economic stimulus. I called it New Shoes!
I went overboard.
I have written many times about why I have a shoe addiction – those ugly black and white saddle shoes — corrective shoes prescribed by a podiatrist. I hated them. A visceral strong pulse of hate. Loathed them. Stretch that word out –Looooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaathhhhhhhhhhhhhhed.
But I’ve never talked about my favorite shoes.
I’ve had many shoes that I’ve loved — worn to tatters. Which ones are my favorite? All of them.. It depends on the day, the outfit, my mood. The depth of my nostalgia or temporality.