Back in the day, when I was young, had great legs and no corns, bunions, or screws/plates in my ankle I wore tennis shoes, sandals, birkenstocks, or rather sedate pumps with suits. Now that I'm all about comfort in shoes, I wear croc's and Dansko shoes.
I have to find shoes for a friends wedding. The croc's and Dansko's won't cut it. When I could have worn strappy sandals and big heels I didn't. Now that I can't, I want to. Doesn't that just figure?
The mission is to find a pair of silver shoes. Pretty, dressy, with a heel of some sort that I can navigate a fancy dress in. If I can find a good pair, I hope to use them for my own wedding shoes. And, I hope not to need traction when I take them off.
Some women live for shoes. I am not that sort of woman. Some women have closet's full of shoes. I am not that woman. But sometimes only a pretty, sassy, fun shoe will do. A wedding definitely counts as one of those times.
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