I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, – and the stars through his soul. – Victor Hugo
Never criticize a man until you’ve walked a mile in his moccasins. – Native American proverb
The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases. –Carl Jung
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed? – Michelangelo Buonaroti
Back in the days when I was keeping up a profile on OK Cupid, I was prompted to write about my favorite pair of shoes. I imagine the flirtatious fetishists out there were just salivating at the possibilities. I didn’t have to contemplate long before I realized that the footwear that best housed my feet and characterized my soul was my 30 year-old, steel-toed, suede waffle stompers. They had outlasted even my husband by that time. I got them in High School and wore them in on a trip with the Sierra Club. I still have them. They still fit, although I don’t wear them any more. I purchased new hiking boots a couple of years ago, before I went on a 4 week road trip with Steve. They are lighter and more comfortable even then my venerable pair. For a person who hates shopping for clothes or shoes or anything else besides food, the thrill of buying them was unexpected. I’d finally had a Female Consumer Moment!
(I don’t plan to have any more…please stop sending advertisements.)
* for back story about the owner of these shoes, see Wednesday Words: For Steve