Love, love, love.
I am pretty sure it started in 1st Grade.
When I got my first pair of these:
I am not proud to admit that this love of shoes has, on occasion, caused me to act relatively irresponsibly.
Actually, after some thought, I distinctly remember lying to my grandmother in order to get her to buy me a pair of shoes when I was about 4 years old.
I got in so much trouble over it.
Or you know, as much trouble as a 4 year old gets in.
But I remember thinking I was in big trouble.
So, I guess the love affair started as early as 4.
And then the jelly shoes showed up to solidify it.
Apparently my obsession with jellies lasted for a while, because the next shoe I fell in love with was a shiny leather, sock-less Ked.
Then I must have gone through a shoe recession, because I have distinctly forgotten what shoe styles were in high school.
They may or may not have had bows on them, though.
Which is probably why I have blocked the memory.
Then in college, my best friend, (who happened to be a guy at the time) bought me a pair of shoes very similar to these girls...
No, he wasn't gay, he just knew how ob.sessed I was with them.
He was a good friend. And it was my birthday.
But back to the shoe...the sweet little platform shoe.
That I never really learned how to walk in.
But nearly crippled myself trying to get to class in....
Thank goodness they wore out quickly....
But then, after I graduated, I worked with one of the most crazy stylish women I have ever met.
And she introduced me to the knee high boot.
I had the PERFECT knee high boot. Heel was just high enough without being too high...
I paid $40 for them, and wore them until the seam split up the side while I was pregnant. (YES-fat calves-MOO) But I definitely got my money's worth out of them - 5 whole winters I wore those girls!
Oh, how I need a new pair.
And now these beauties are prime contestants currently toasting my tootsies...
And really, that's all I wear anymore.
Now, you may ask, what is the point of all of this nonsense about my shoe mania????
My point is OBVIOUSLY that Techy should be very thankful that I wear a size 7.5.
Because I would have alot more shoes if I work something like a 5 or 6.
Because there is clearly a surplus of size 5 or size 6 shoes.
And then I would need a bigger closet.
And eventually a bigger house.
Because, HELLO?! I LOVE SHOES!