I believe I have explained before that the feminine gene that supposedly makes all women fascinated with clothes and shopping has been completely left out of my makeup (probably to make room for more books). It’s rare for me to make a clothes purchase, and even rarer to get excited about one. Rarer still if it’s in the footwear department.
But I do make exceptions:
The concept of “retail therapy” is pretty much alien to me. In fact, after a little while in retail outlets, I need therapy to recover. Much chicklit leaves me cold because I cannot fathom the concept of going shoe-shopping to make yourself feel better. I have only ever once in my life had a day so bad and a pair of shoes so appealing intersect at the point where I bought them to make myself feel better. That was over 20 years ago and I don’t expect the experience to be repeated anytime soon.
But I am happy with the sandals I just ordered online from L.L. Bean, pictured above.
I wear sneakers or boots every day in winter, except for one pair of semi-dressy flat shoes that I wear to church. In the summer I need a pair of good sandals. I had a lovely pair that were a hand-me-down from my mom and were quite comfortable for walking, although not waterproof so I couldn’t go in and out of the water in them as I like to do in summer. They fell apart completely in Australia and I bought another pair to replace them, but these were not good sturdy walking sandals, so I knew I would need something new.
I decided to throw down for a pair of sandals that actually cost a few dollars (rather than something at Wal-Mart that wouldn’t last the summer) and ordered what looked like a nice pair from LL Bean. They’re sturdy enough for walking, and a snug fit too so they won’t flop around when I walk. And they’re waterproof and quick-drying, so hopefully they’ll be good for beach and cabin in the summer. I gave them a tryout today since we were having a delightfully balmy spring day (by Newfoundland standards — 13 degrees and sunshine) and they stood up to pavement, gravel, mud, slush and even a little icy water (OK, turned out it wasn’t really a good day for sandals — spring is in the air but winter is still on the ground). Apart from the fact that they’re comfortable, I’m in love with the way they look. They are sturdy and sensible but also, I think, funky and cute. My only concession is that I probably won’t wear them to church. At least, not every week.
Here’s where I recognize that I’m missing that crucial feminine gene. I should be thinking, “What great shoes! Maybe I should buy a couple of more pairs in different colours … to go along with my dressier sandals, and my sneakers … I need new sneakers too … and maybe another pair of church shoes for spring and summer….” Instead I’m thinking: “Great — that’s footwear sorted for the summer — I’ll put them on in June and take them off sometime in early October. No worries!”
Have I reached the bottom of the blogging barrel by blogging about my footwear? I just realized this is the third time I’ve shown you a picture of my feet. (The sandals in that second picture are the ones that died in Western Australia). Maybe I do have a shoe obsession after all. Of course, today’s picture also shows that despite my advancing years (42 of them, advancing towards 43) I can still lie back on my bed, stick my feet straight up in the air above me and snap a picture of them. That alone may be worth recording for posterity.