Mom Talk

I’m pretty sure I have an addiction.  It’s not to anything that’s harmful to the body, like drugs or alcohol, but it does occasionally damage my credit card balance.  I love shoes.  If I could buy a new pair of them every day, I would be in a state of bliss all the time.  I’m not sure what draws me but it’s a strong connection. 

I walk into DSW or Famous Footwear (or any other large shoe store) and the first thing I do is take a deep breath.  That’s right, I even like that odd rubber mixed with leather mixed with some other chemical smell that permeates a shoe store.  As I look at the huge room with all the shoe shelves everywhere, I can’t wait to get started.  I think part of the addiction comes from the fact that shoes fit even when I’ve gained a little weight.  My pant size may go up and down but my shoe size stays the same (with the possible exception of the post-pregnancy growth spurt). 

I have one problem when it comes to buying shoes.  My foot (since the aforementioned increase in size) is a solid size 11.  I know, huge for a woman but hey, I’m not petite.  All of those delicious pumps and sling backs and mules tend to top out at a size 10.  I’m offended by this because it feels like prejudice.  It feels like the shoe manufacturers are saying that women with big feet are too big for the best styles and don’t deserve all the cute shoes everyone else gets to wear. 

Despite this, I have been able to find a few wonderful pairs of shoes.  The experience?  An attractive pair of shoes catches my eye and I have to try them on.  When I slide my foot into the soft leather, it feels like butter.  They are very comfortable and I can’t wait to find the perfect outfit to match them with.  I also can’t wait to show them off to my other shoe-loving friends.  They understand what I mean when I say, “Couldn’t you just lick these shoes?”  All you other shoe lovers out there, leave me a shout!

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