Sometime last summer I posted a thing about entering the store with BBBH while she shopped. I did it again yesterday. The temperature was in the mid-eighties and by mid-afternoon we were needing a change in scenery. We decided a scooter ride into town would liven up the day, and she decided that stopping in at a boutique, or two, or three, would be even better.
The first shop could not be characterized as upscale, but it certainly has an appeal to the denizens of the neighborhood in which it is located. As Beautiful shopped, I wandered around inside the store making silent observations about the state of the culture. Then I saw this.
I have photographed shoes in stores before. No, I do not have a foot-fetish, nor even a shoe-fetish. But sometimes I am amazed. Now understand that I grew up in an era in which it was standard behavior for the ladies to ruin their feet by the wearing of "heels" meaning high heels. Many a mangled metatarsal and heaven alone knows how many hammer toes were the result of the practice. But there seemed, mostly in the sixties and seventies, to descend upon the pulchritudinous portion of the population a modicum of good sense, and sensible shoes, a.k.a. flats seemed to become quite acceptable.
But that era seems to be over. The granddaughters of these sensible people seem to have reverted to the nonsense that once was, but with a vengeance.
Dolly Parton was once asked why she wore five-inch heels. She responded, "Because I can't find six-inch heels." Well, take heart Dolly. It seems that you might be able to find those here in Texas.
Just before we left this shop, a lady walked in wearing a pair of these things which she clearly must have purchased here. Now I was amazed, for she did not wobble, teeter, or fall on her face. Quite to the contrary, she strode in, fully confident in her ability to walk that tightrope. Amazing!
I really was planning to do a little story about our shopping tour, but it has turned into a shoe story, and time's up.