I love shoes.
I think every girl loves shoes, bags, and clothes. BUT, my undying, shot-through-the-heart, hopelessly devoted-kind of love lies with shoes.
This fact is unknown to my friends who can only picture me in sneakers, jeans, and shirts. I’ve never been “fasyon” and tend to look … dull in comparison to them (stems from my FORMER belief that I’d rather be comfortable than in pain).
My love affair with shoes started when I was a kid…
In gradeschool, I’d resort to hand-me-downs from my older sisters, including shoes. You wouldn’t believe that I also received hand-me-downs from my kuya (which explains my pictures wearing boy scout shorts). I felt incredibly deprived as a child. So when I started earning my own money (and the occasional, papa please? papa?), I felt I had to reward myself with nice shoes. Of course, having Maita for your friend didn’t help my shoe shopping ways (she had a knack for finding amazingly fab shoes at bargain price).
I’ve always been a firm believer of “wear fab shoes and the rest of the world be damned”. You can be in pain, but bygolly, your shoes look suuuuperb. You can wear a dowdy shirt, pero ‘daay, your shoes are wonderful! You can be the most non-pleasant looking person in the world, and everybody will be looking down on you but they’ll be looking down – at your shoes.
‘You won’t be judged by your accent… but you will be judged by your shoes.’ – Jay McInerney
picture of shoes courtesy of www.glimpse.com