Jeans aren't the only thing overpriced these days.

I love shoes. Not in the stereotyped, must-complete-the-outfit, spend $600 on a pair of fabulous four-inch pointy sex heels sort of way. During a normal day I am loath to even don a pair of flip-flops. My work shoes are two years old and have a hole in the toe where my white socked toe pokes out. They have been stretched out nearly a full shoe size from my shifting and spinning. Spending more than $15 on a pair of footwear seems ludicrous, even if it is something really special.
When I surf the internet, lusting idly after shoes, it is the desire to have a complete costume. Something interesting, comfortable, and that lends a special something to the would-be outfit that slowly condenses in my mind. Unfortunately, such marvelous shoes are outrageously overpriced.
There is a particular fascination with boots that dogs me. Tall ones. Not streetwalker whore-boots. More like an Indiana Jones sidekick. Leather up to the knees, a white hijab, Khaki shorts and a peasant blouse. I would have a picture of the khaki shorts, but there is currently a sort of horrid trend in shorts right now that has left the internet devoid of anything wearable.
However, there are few heels that are really comfortable. I shift and play on my feet so much that heels can be tantamount to a death sentance. Senior year in high school I found my favourite fancy shoes ever. They may look humble, unassuming, even plain. In reality they are vastly comfortable. They are secure. I can run and play in them. They can be worn with anything, and hold their own. They fell apart a few years later due to overuse, but I hunted them down and am waiting until I can commit to paying $45 for my holy grail of shoes.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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