I have a good friend who lives by the motto “Shoes are for Losers.” While I appreciate her take on life and her often-barefoot appearance, I can’t agree with her mantra.
Imelda Marcos, former First Lady of the Philippines had many things. When she fled Malacañang Palace, she left behind 5 mink coats, 508 gowns, 1000 handbags, and most importantly, 3000 pairs of shoes. Yes, three thousand pairs of shoes. So with all due respect to my good friend Sylvie, I’m going to have to side with Imelda and state that shoes are very important. Shoes, quite literally, take you places. There are good shoes and bad shoes, sneakers, pumps, stilettos, flats, slippers, boots, clogs, platforms, sandals, high tops, so many that I am most certainly leaving most of them out.
I always had a ton of pairs of shoes growing up. My mother has a tremendous shoe fetish. I mean truly tremendous. We couldn’t walk into a shoe store within a 10 mile radius of our house without at least one salesman knowing my mother by name. By osmosis, I have developed her love for shoes and so I reach out to shoe lovers and fashion lovers around for opinions, agreements, disagreements, or just friendly contact.