For me shoe-shopping is the most gratifying and frustrating activity. I love it and loathe it in equal parts at the same exact moment.
Currently, I'd like to retire my 9-year-old black sandals. I have tried on no fewer than 40 pairs. I have yet to find an adequate replacement. But each disappointing time I decide against a pair, I look forward to the next attempt with glee.
While this might indicate a vague tendency toward masochism, I am not sadistic enough to force others to join me when I shop. (If they show a strong masochistic streak in agreeing to accompany me, who am I to argue?)
1 comment:
are you going for style or comfort? For comfort try Tevas or Crocs.
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