A girl needs her shoes; there are no two ways about it. I hereby regretfully inform you that I nearly do not have as many shoes as I really need, much less, deserve. I do a lot of research on footwear (foot clothes, if you must) and I spend a lot of time thinking about them. I love them ‘coz they are pretty and love them ‘coz they protect me, but mostly I love them ‘coz no matter how big or small I get, they always fit me. And they never, ever judge.
A girl needs her shoes. And there are different situations and phases in life that necessitate each one.
For instance, every girl must have a pair of ballerinas for the moments in which nothing but a pirouette can tell the world what your feet really feel; for the moments when nothing else is pretty enough.
Every girl needs a pair of heels that is lusciously tall and red; one that is classy and foxy and sensuous and bold at the same time. If luck was a lady, she’d be in red heels.
My mother once told me wisely that if you’re a girl, you need to have on you some lace peeking out from somewhere. Lace is to a girl as frogs, snails, and puppy dog’s tails are to boys. And you gotta have a pair of lace shoes. One way or another!
And on one day, if you wake up and feel like, lets say, getting married or going to space, you’ll surely need a pair of gold sandals. This is what I’ve got. It completes me in many, many ways.
Now, this is what I can’t live without. Flip-flops. I wear them to work everyday. Life’s alright if you can wear flip-flops to work.
And once in a while, every girl needs to walk around aimlessly in a park. Or in a mall. Whatever rocks your socks. That’s when you need strappy flats that love your feet and never, ever let you down.
Boots. Any shape. Any size. Any colour. The more the merrier. Need I say more?
But can I tell you what I think makes happy feet happier than all . Being barefoot. It is a state of being that humanity is slowly forgetting… the pleasure pf being barefoot. I don’t know if anything can ever beat that.
I think I’ve got Audrey’s vote. Who else is with me?
p.s. If you click on the pictures, you will be taken to their sources.