“Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you’re a mile away and you have their shoes.”
That is one of my fave quotes about shoes. Except perhaps books, nothing excites me more than the sight of shoes. CJ’s 4th Crocs are among other pairs I could hardly remember to track. Back when my Ex was drawn to the Casino at the Thai – Cambodia border, I focused in the shoe shops.
Last night I went shopping with a cousin who got this beauty to match her daughter’s summer dress –
Daughter is due to graduate next week and I surprised my cousin by saying “on me” when she decided to check out this pair –
My niece studies at the same school I attended. In my time there wasn’t any ‘shoe regulation’ during commencement exercises, and I didn’t hear of any nowadays.
A girl friend once said to me that they had shoe guidelines at her medschool graduation, but she wore what she liked anyway. I could have hardly gotten past the parking lot if I did that during my gradschool graduation among temple spires and chili patches.
Shoe rules seem stricter in the kingdom than in the republic. Small sacrifice if a minor addict considers other pleasures derived from such delightful things 😉