Perhaps that post title is more dramatic than necessary, but then, you likely don’t know how much I love shoes.
I stood there pouring a fresh cup of cafeti?®re brewed coffee into a mug when it hit me‚Äì
I work from home. I don’t wear shoes.
The subtle wallop that realisation has dealt me means that I’ve gone, for months now, unaware that my taste for shoes has diminished into a barely audible whisper in my sub-conscience. I used to revel in shoe shopping. Whenever I needed a sure bet for something to do on a Sunday afternoon, I could always count on the inadequate lighting and carpeted warehouse embrace of my local discount shoe store…
Most days I don’t get out of my slippers. * sigh *
I’ve just shed a defining characteristic and didn’t even notice it slipping away. I think I’ll put on some sexy, black knee-high boots for old time’s sake…
to do laundry.