I used to love shoes. Mary Janes, slingbacks, sparkly, stylish, the higher the better. If I saw a pair I wanted, I’d think about them, visit them, try to convince myself I didn’t need them… Then delight in the gorgeousness of my feet when they were mine. These days, leaving the house is an irritation because it means removing my infeasibly comfortable pair of bootie slippers…

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