Well, gentlemen, this is a little counter-intuitive, but let’s face it. Ever since we were 4 months old, lying on our backs and able to focus our beautiful eyes for the very first time, what did we perceive? OUR FEET.
I know, I know, you were also perceptive during that time – which is why you still like big breasts… But we women are a little different. More sophisticated, if you like.
Lying in our cribs, playing with our hands and feet in an intelligent manner, we noticed something special. Besides breastfeeding us, our mothers also bought us pretty socks with endearing animal heads on them, cute little baby shoes in polka dots or stripes, and let’s admit it, they were marvelous. Great playing companions.
From the moment we started taking our first wobbly steps around the house, what did we hear?
“WATCH. WHERE. YOU’RE. GOING.”
Now you tell me how we could have done that without glancing intensely at our shoes… ahm, feet.
And later, when you marry us and put us forever in charge of hauling food supplies, pushing prams, walking the dog, texting angrily and generally taking care of your imperial needs, we are so downtrodden and hunchbacked under responsibilities that we actually forget to look up while walking. 😉 So what – pray tell – is the thing that catches our eye most often?
That’s right. OUR SHOES.
Small wonder that they become our best friends. The only thing worst than a tooth-ache is a shoe-ache. Blisters. Big ugly red feet, raw with wounds. So stop obsessing about how many we have and indulge us. Because when your wife, mother of 2-3-4-whatever, goes out of the house now, she rarely has time to look at her face in the mirror. Her face has become inconsequential. But whether she wants it or not, whether she plans it or not, she always-always sees her shoes. It’s inevitable.
And truth be told, I have received far more compliments for my shoes lately than for any other accomplishment! They’re just so visible. People stop to compliment your children, and you know that’s, well, the polite thing to do even though they hate your brats. But people compliment you on your shoes… – now you just know THAT’s for real!
Shoes can be playful or sad, the talk of the neighborhood or just plain. They can be youthful, classic or elegant, comfortable or uptight, vivid and bold or conformist and conventional. Shoes are statements we make everyday.
Shoes are the colors of horizons we would like to see: blue, yellow, orange, dark red or green. Shoes are the toys we never had, or the toys we loved and remember. Shoes are the zillion different personalities we go through from one day to the next. Shoes are great indicators of our hormone levels.
Shoes are quirky and sentimental. Shoes can be loud and funny. Shoes can shine like the sun on a rainy day. Great shoes can combat winter depression. Which is why I went to Italy and bought myself a pair of the softest leather boots the color of ripe quinces. The color of shrill outrage and of the sun.
Come on ladies, keep walking (in your own shoes)! 🙂 And show me the snazziest ones! Show me a shoe near you!