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Notes to self
(a) Don't shop tired.
(b) Don't shoe shop tired.
(c) Don't shoe shop tired just before Christmas.
(d) Don't expensive shoe shop tired just before Christmas.
(e) Don't expensive shoe shop tired just before Christmas and without the benefit of government incentives.
I am now the slightly bemused owner of two new pairs of expensive but comfy shoes. Shoe shopping for me can be nothing but expensive, but I usually get a lot of wear out of them. This is good, but I was only planning on the one pair: replacement black lace-ups for walkies. The last time I went shopping for shoes the last thing I wanted was another pair of black lace-ups, and so of course they were endemic. This is why I own a pair of expensive but extremely comfortable dark green boots.
I have a new pair of black lace-ups, but due to a soul-destroying lack of choice they are extremely boring, which is something of an achievement in the field. They don't even have the excuse of being "classic".
I also have a pair of rather more exciting mulberry-coloured lace-ups. Mulberry? Given how few pairs of shoes I usually have on the go this now strikes me as a somewhat impractical choice, but they were comfortable and of the more interesting cut I was seeking in the black. It also took the saleslady way too long to find anything on the shelves. At this point my decision-making abilities collapsed and I pronounced the immortal--and yet ironically fatal--words "I'll take them both. (Just let me out of here)."
I have a history of oddly-coloured shoes in the name of practicality. In the mid 80's before we discovered the science of podiatry Mum splashed out for a pair of high-cut Reeboks for the theoretical extra ankle support. This was a budget-defying act but not as bad as it might have been, for these Reeboks were on sale. Probably because they were mint green. I took a few hits for those shoes, but I loved them.
And I nearly forgot:
(f) Don't shoe shop with a recently settled inflamed nerve.
Actually, this might have been a good thing, for when I stood up in a couple of pairs I was advised by my nervous system to don't take a step and sit down right now! RIGHT NOW. OK OK. Jeez. Well, I guess I wouldn't have lasted long in those even at the best of times, but I wonder how much this affected my judgement for my selected pairs. "Hey, great! No immediate searing pain! Woohoo! ChaCHING!"
What are your most interesting shoes like?
(b) Don't shoe shop tired.
(c) Don't shoe shop tired just before Christmas.
(d) Don't expensive shoe shop tired just before Christmas.
(e) Don't expensive shoe shop tired just before Christmas and without the benefit of government incentives.
I am now the slightly bemused owner of two new pairs of expensive but comfy shoes. Shoe shopping for me can be nothing but expensive, but I usually get a lot of wear out of them. This is good, but I was only planning on the one pair: replacement black lace-ups for walkies. The last time I went shopping for shoes the last thing I wanted was another pair of black lace-ups, and so of course they were endemic. This is why I own a pair of expensive but extremely comfortable dark green boots.
I have a new pair of black lace-ups, but due to a soul-destroying lack of choice they are extremely boring, which is something of an achievement in the field. They don't even have the excuse of being "classic".
I also have a pair of rather more exciting mulberry-coloured lace-ups. Mulberry? Given how few pairs of shoes I usually have on the go this now strikes me as a somewhat impractical choice, but they were comfortable and of the more interesting cut I was seeking in the black. It also took the saleslady way too long to find anything on the shelves. At this point my decision-making abilities collapsed and I pronounced the immortal--and yet ironically fatal--words "I'll take them both. (Just let me out of here)."
I have a history of oddly-coloured shoes in the name of practicality. In the mid 80's before we discovered the science of podiatry Mum splashed out for a pair of high-cut Reeboks for the theoretical extra ankle support. This was a budget-defying act but not as bad as it might have been, for these Reeboks were on sale. Probably because they were mint green. I took a few hits for those shoes, but I loved them.
And I nearly forgot:
(f) Don't shoe shop with a recently settled inflamed nerve.
Actually, this might have been a good thing, for when I stood up in a couple of pairs I was advised by my nervous system to don't take a step and sit down right now! RIGHT NOW. OK OK. Jeez. Well, I guess I wouldn't have lasted long in those even at the best of times, but I wonder how much this affected my judgement for my selected pairs. "Hey, great! No immediate searing pain! Woohoo! ChaCHING!"
What are your most interesting shoes like?
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Of them, my favourites (right *now*) are somewhat beige, with embroidered flowers, and little diamantes, with horrible straps. But they fit all of the criteria
* by which I mean 2008, when the post was, rather than 2009. when the comment happened.
** but I can only remember what two of them are!