I could get new shoes for every special occasion. A cliché, I know, but there is something about new shoes that puts a spring in my step. My husband took me new shoe shopping for my birthday last week. He also took me to see the Da Vinci exhibit at the High, but new shoes outrank the exhibit. Shallow, but that is who I am.
I have worn my new shoes three times in the past week. I am planning my wardrobe around them. The shoes are black Mary Jane pumps and I am dressing in skirts and cardigans. This has made me wonder, do shoes make you who you are? Are there dictator shoes? If Hitler had worn Birkenstocks would he still have wanted to take over the world?
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