Shoes Blues

Before I was a footwear addicted shopaholic, I had a hate-hate relationship with shoes. My growing up years were plagued with ill-fitting footwear. Whether they were hand-me-downs or brand new, I always seem to miss the size.

And missing the size meant blisters and uncomfortable unsightly callouses. Not to mention awkward mix match with whatever I wore.

But that was then. My sense of style is not directly proportional to my purchasing power; and so is my propensity to buy. So I satisfied myself with whatever I and my Mom have.

I remember the awful migraine that went with footaches. I now surmise that the slip-on oxfords which were two sizes small were hitting my pedi-pressure points.

At present, I am absolutely into footwear. Lucky enough to buy my own, no more hand-me downs, only missing a size in one pair out of ten.