What do you love about a new pair of shoes? The visual stimulation of a bit of sparkly embroidery on the toes? Lacing a pair of boots for the first time? Pulling the wadded up tissue paper out of the toes so you can try on the shoe? Walking a little stiltedly across the floor of the store, afraid of scuffing up the soles even though you're on carpet and only taking five steps? Taking the new shoes out of the box when you get home, pausing only long enough to bring in the frozen groceries before you stick those new shoesies on your tootsies?
I think my favorite is the moment you get dressed and finish your outfit with a new pair of shoes. You already know I'm not a fashionista or a shopaholic, so this is not akin to delicately tugging on the Jimmy Choo's and clicking down the hallway as you straighten the collar of your new blouse. This is more like putting on the jeans, finding a shirt that doesn't have writing across the front (I do love me some t-shirts), and adding a finishing touch of never been scuffed on the toe yet shoes (I happen to be one of those people who walks funny and drags the toes of their shoes, don't ask how, just know it isn't likely to change after 43 years of walking this way). The newness delights me, even if not another soul on the planet notices I've got something different on my soles.
This pair of Born sandals is courtesy of my Mom and Dad, errrrr, I mean the Easter Bunny gave each of us shoe money. The kiddos went shoe shopping with Grandma, and I hopped myself to Shoe Carnival to browse the clearance racks and drool over the new sandals. I spied a pair of Clarks lingering in the clearance rack, tried on everything from Skechers to Naturalizers to Bare Traps, and then left the store empty-handed, not sure I could decide on a single pair. Moseying on down the shopping center sidewalk and into T.J.Maxx, I found myself wishing I hadn't turned into a non-shopaholic. My, my, my, it is fun to ramble down an aisle full of pretty shoes, each pair slightly different from the others and all of them with a bit of a fancy personality. Going shoe shopping at Wally-World is like grabbing your tried and true favorite candy bar at the checkout, while going shoe shopping in a department store is like ogling all the jars of candies in a candy store and having to finally just choose one!
So, I chose these Born sandals because they were the only pair like them in the sizes 7 thru 8's, because they have a funky look that makes them a little bit more complicated than a ninety-nine cent pair of flipflops, and because my subconscious must have also loved pastel color double knit polyester leisure suits with dark thread seams. These babies feel good to my tootsies, too.
Now, if I could only get Mother Nature to answer my requests for a couple of warmer days so I can wear my new sandals. . .I really don't think blue, frostbitten toes would go well with the ivory leather, ya know?