My Pretty New Shoes
I love beautiful shoes. Maybe because I always had terrible feet and had to wear “support shoes” when I was young. As a young adult, I had quite the collection of lovely, uncomfortable shoes –but with age and five foot operations, those shoes went the way of my mini skirts.
The photo shows the picture of the new shoes I just got for myself as a birthday (71) present. I have been happily clomping around on heavy, crusty snow – looking, I’m sure, like Frankenstein’s monster. If dogs could laugh, Trusty would be doubled over. I don’t care.
Your seven hundred-dollar Louboutins may be swanky, indeed – but they’ll never make you as happy as my LL Bean’s. And besides, mine come in turquoise.