I love shoes.
Who wouldn't? When I was in my mid-twenties, I loved buying Ferragamo. Ferragamo patent pumps in different colours were my pride and joy. I would spend my weekend polishing and loving them. As number one come along, four inches heels are lowered to two inches. By the time number came, two inches turn into flats and finly evolved into crocs.
I don't know when would I ever get a chance to wear fancy shoes again as practicality overpower vanity. This is life for me now. But who is stopping me from drooling and hankering them secretly on my heart?