I’m a shoe girl, what can I say? I cannot walk into a shoe store or shoe department without touching nearly every single pair of shoes on display. My own shoes spill into various closets and baskets throughout the house. I get it from my mother. And Ayay is getting it from her mother. Materialistic? Probably. But my theory is we are descendants of Imelda Marcos, so we can’t help our genes. (And better I be addicted to shoes than, say, crack. Right? I thought so.)
I go through phases of shoe envy. When I was teaching full-time in Portland, I had every style and color of Dansko clogs. When we moved to Santa Barbara in the summer of 2007, I felt that every beach required a different color and brand of flip flop. As we moved into fall and winter, I realized that the mild, dry weather was very conducive to wearing flats. So, my closet is a rainbow of muted, shiny, bold and bedazzled flats. Then in May of 2008, Tingting was born, I developed a case of plantar fasciitis, and I decided to leave work and spend my days walking the zoo, chasing kids around local parks and sprinting after them through grocery store parking lots. It was a natural progression toward my latest love affair with running shoes…particularly Nikes.
For the record, I actually train in one pair of my Nikes, along with a pair of Saucony. While the Saucony running shoes are comfortable and highly functional, they don’t make me feel all giddy inside, like the Nikes do.