Shoes...

Women and shoes - the despair of men, as it seems. Well, they have other problems. In fact, if a man buys a really good pair of shoes and takes good care of it, it may last him well some 30 years. I speak of Aldens, Church´s etc.etc. Handmade shoes for the gentleman are widely envied, I understand. A powerful sign that "you´ve made it".
We knew it: Life is not fair after all. If a woman runs around in perfectly maintained shoes for 30 years it might be a problem. Or you start to become a style icon yourself. Even the great Diana Vreeland - wearing always the same model of custom-made black shoes - had them substituted regularly for a new pair and did indeed change her style of shoes slightly during the whole of her life. So..

We women do have another approach - we love shoes. Basta. We need shoes.
To be able to buy a pair of really great shoes, let´s say, perhaps the ultimate Manolo Blahniks or some latest newest Roger Vivier´s comes near the feeling of "having made it". But not only: to have a really great pair of shoes on those poor old feet is some sort of a Cinderella moment, just only that you don´t become a pumpkin after taking them off. You step out of one personality, throwing the high heels from your feet and getting in a pair of walking shoes. We all have different aspects of ourselves and different situations in life require very simply different pairs of shoes - that might be a reasonable explanation, why women need more than just "shoes for walking, keeping warm and feel comfortable in"?

And one thing more: shoes have the big advantage that the weight issue does not really impede the aquisition of a wonderful pair of shoes and therefore provide a sudden miracle in the self-estimation. Lovely, difficult word. But you all know what I mean. Allthough I hasten to say, that a great pair in size 41 is more difficult to find than let´s face it, 38. (Sadly the same goes for clothes...)

I love shoes, as I said already, and I am in good company. I know.

One wonders though about the uncomfortability women inflict upon themselves in walking around in 10 inch stilettos. I just can´t imagine, that this makes one feel better, great or especially chic. At least I am not capable of surviving a day running around in high heels, perhaps a genetically inflicted fault in my perception of feeling well. 
It just hurts and  the way the lady walks is not attractive  - in my view.

I ask myself soemtimes, if someone who adores women on breathtakingly high heels is not otherwise someone who would be afraid that the object of desire (i.e.the girl) might run away if wearing a pair of "normal" shoes. So, difficult connotations between sex and shoes....
Perhaps shoes do give us, deep deep down in our subconsciouness, the illusion, that we  really are in control, can really dash off, if we want to? "Walk out" on something or someone, "take a step" to somewhere? At least do it in style and not in trainers.