I am not some crazy shoe lady. When I heard many years ago that Imelda Marcos had over 3000 pairs of shoes, it’s something I couldn’t fathom. I need sneakers, flats, a good pair of boots, and a pair of heels that I can wear until the agony in my feet overwhelms good judgement and I take them off to walk barefoot in the dead of winter. In the snow. I kid you not.
There is, however, a pair of shoes I covet. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. Well, not really, because I’m not coveting my neighbors’ goods – no one in my neighborhood could afford these shoes. I suppose I’m coveting a Kardashian’s goods – but I’m pretty sure that’s legal in any religion. Or at least grounds for an insanity plea.
So the shoes I love are Christian Louboutin’s Anemone pumps. I have no where to wear them, and just looking at them causes my feet to swell and scream with pain. But they make me smile every time I see them. I just love them.
And at some point, while coveting these shoes (which I can probably find online now for less than $200, since they are several seasons old), I realized how often I look at other people’s shoes. And they make me happy. I have a professor who has an impressive collection of shoes, and I even addressed them in a paper I had to write for him. I don’t know if I got extra points, but it had to be said. His shoes are super cute.
So today, I’m thankful for shoes. I love the colors, the collections, and the Christian’s. They make me smile.
