There is no reason you need to know this, but it's not often I get to share tales of unrequited shoe love on the interwebs, so here you go. I spent years ogling these: http://www.overstock.com/Clothing-Shoes/J-41-Womens-Aquarius-Trail-Slip-on-Shoes/4105056/product.html and even once tried them on at a Filene's Basement because they were on sale (um, jeep soles. Amazing) but I realized that I live in my five-toed barefoot shoes of doom*, so there was no point in shelling out for anything else. I'm not sure this story has a conclusion, besides: *sigh*. It's not even really a sad story, because it's not like I'm wandering the planet barefoot and bereft, or something. But they were such pretty/functional shoes.
* Doom = everyone seems to either profess loudly how much they want their own pair or mock them ferociously. There is no middle ground, except when I meet other people wearing them, with whom you might think there would be some kind of solidarity, but instead, other wearers often seem embarrassed that I might think we are at all similar just because we have the same exact odd-looking shoes. Go figure.
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Date: 2012-05-15 07:56 pm (UTC)There is no reason you need to know this, but it's not often I get to share tales of unrequited shoe love on the interwebs, so here you go. I spent years ogling these: http://www.overstock.com/Clothing-Shoes/J-41-Womens-Aquarius-Trail-Slip-on-Shoes/4105056/product.html and even once tried them on at a Filene's Basement because they were on sale (um, jeep soles. Amazing) but I realized that I live in my five-toed barefoot shoes of doom*, so there was no point in shelling out for anything else. I'm not sure this story has a conclusion, besides: *sigh*. It's not even really a sad story, because it's not like I'm wandering the planet barefoot and bereft, or something. But they were such pretty/functional shoes.
* Doom = everyone seems to either profess loudly how much they want their own pair or mock them ferociously. There is no middle ground, except when I meet other people wearing them, with whom you might think there would be some kind of solidarity, but instead, other wearers often seem embarrassed that I might think we are at all similar just because we have the same exact odd-looking shoes. Go figure.