There’s a pair of red suede flats I’ve got my eye on. I have a pair of its sister shoes, in a grey suede, heels. Over the years I’ve almost stopped wearing heels, claiming I’d rather be comfortable, which generally, yes, I’d rather be comfortable. But. Ah, there’s the rub (pun intended). These red suedes are so cute, my heart actually beats a little faster just looking at a picture of them.
Okay, confession time. I was raised to not want ‘things’. One of six kids of parents who got through the Depression and World War II with a minimum of things, we kids wore uniforms (twelve years in plaid!) and had school shoes, play shoes and one pair of Sunday shoes. Not so much a problem when everyone you knew was in the same sartorial situation.
