Shoes and I have a love/hate relationship--I love shoes that make my feet feel good and make it easy for me to do all of the activites that I enjoy--but I almost always hate the way my feet look in them. That said, however, I can never bring myself to trade comfort for fashion.
I always look with envy at women in dainty high heels. But, how do they actually walk in them?
When I was a little girl, I sometimes played with Barbies. Barbie was a fascinating creature--that platinum blonde perfect hair, those gravity-defying breasts and those tiny little feet! Each Barbie outfit would come with at least one pair of teeny weeny little plastic shoes--I found the shoes the most intriguing part of the whole Barbie phenomenon. Clearly, I'm not the only female whose self image was tainted by Barbie's perfection but I have spent too much of my life feeling that if I only had enough patience, the right attitude and plastic surgery on my feet--maybe I could wear Barbie shoes.
But, alas, I am one of the girls in sensible shoes--walking across the room is more important to me than how I look getting there and so, I have never tested physics by teetering on high heels.
This is the third summer in my nifty Keen sandals and this summer I am noticing other people in them--even other women--even some women that might be considered fashionable. Oh yes, life is good.
AND a few nights ago at the school district budget meeting when I was sitting in the back with Rach and Weather Boy, I noticed that Weather Boy definitely had on a pair--so, clearly, these shoes have crossed gender lines and have hit the Dixfield fashion scene big time.