I hate shopping for shoes. They are expensive and uncomfortable new. I like old broken-in shoes that become a part of my foot when I slip them on. I wish a pair of shoes would last a lifetime. They don't. Because of that I was hauled to Beall's last week. Ann had all the discounts worked out. It would almost be like they would give me a pair of shoes! Wrong. Anyway, I survived the ritual of looking and trying on. I was after something to replace a pair of loafers that had cratered. Finally, a pair seem to surface among the "deck shoes". Now, all I would need would be a deck to walk on as I sail off into the gulf.
The shoes were bought and laid on a bed, in their box and Bealls sack. Yesterday I finally took the shoes out of the box to place them in the closet. Something about those shoes looked strangely familiar. When I put them on the closet floor they were next to their twin! A family of shoes were reunited for the Christmas holidays! It meant I also had two pairs of shoes exactly alike! A year or so ago Ann had put me through this same ritual. I brought those shoes home and placed them in the closet, as I kept wearing the old ones. I think they had been worn about four times. Now the twins are together again. I can wear one shoe from one pair with another shoe from the other pair and no one will know. I should NEVER have to purchase another deck shoe.(At least until next year when the Beall's sale comes along.) If a shoe fits....buy it!
