Since early childhood I’ve had a ‘thing’ for shoes. I remember taking new shoes to bed with me when I was three! I also remember just about every pair of shoes I wore growing up. I was destined to be a shoe maven…I thought.
As years wore on, I found myself in big trouble. At ten years old, I was offered my first shoebox to wear because the store didn’t carry any size 7’s in narrow and that were appropriate for a child. The shoe salesman told my parents I had a twenty-dollar foot, which were big bucks in the 50’s. I remember crying my way from store to store.
As a woman in my twenties, I once wore my bedroom slippers for nine months while waiting for the shoes I had to order. By then I wore a size 13 AAAA. So you can imagine my surprise and joy when a guy I was dating actually bought a pair of heels for me for Christmas! They weren’t black and they were IN STYLE! I knew how much work he had to go through to find them. Needless to say, HE’S THE MAN I MARRIED!