That Canadian woman, I tell you, she has warped me. By the time she gets done with me I'll be a near-socialist in sensible shoes.
After running through several pairs of rather over priced winter boots that lasted about 2 minutes out here in the real world, I succumbed to the classic 500. I haven't taken them off except to sleep in three days, if that tells you anything. I love the way I walk in them - in boots generally, actually. My spine feels great - something about the foot and ankle support, I think. And they look fantastic. I may never buy another pair of shoes.
OK, we all know that's a lie. But for a minute I felt that way, which is my highest footwear accolade.
And don't get all excited - the handknit socks were stolen.* This is the first footwear in my possession with enough room for hand knit socks though.
*this is true, actually. Someone had a sizing error and once I realized they would fit my size 12 instead of her size - 6.5? - I just took 'em.** There's morally wrong and then there's morally wrong, you know? There were SOCKS at stake. What would you have done?
**She claims she gave them to me. But is it really a gift if you're in the process of being robbed?