I have always loved shoes. I have owned hundreds of pairs 
of shoes. As a child I remember having shoe envy – I wanted the shiny black shoes that went tap, tap, tap down the halls at church, I wanted that tap, tap sound, everyone who was anyone had shoes that went tap, tap down the hall, when they went down the hall they would commanded attention. I wanted to wear them with white socks that had lace edging or white tights, that was the style – I eventually got a hand me down pair – it didn’t matter they were a little worn and scuffed – their heels went tap, tap down the hall until one day the church halls were carpeted. That was a sad day - no more tap, tap in the hall – so I would just have to take the long way around and walk across the gym floor to get to my primary class – tap, tap, tap all the way! Those were Sunday shoes, indeed.
My next dream pair of shoes were spectators or wingtips – I loved these shoes – they were in my grandmother’s hall closet, I would always try them on, I felt so sophisticated.
Why shoes? What’s the big deal, why is it inherently womanly to love shoes. I have some answers: Shoes are there with you at that big event and casual moments, they can make you look like a million or are purely functional when you need them, shoes travel and leave their mark, shoes tell a story, they set the stage, and they are the finishing touch, they are not always practical – sometimes splurges, sometimes bargains, and when you want to know someone better – you can walk a mile in their shoes – and embrace their experiences. And anyone who says no one notices your feet/ shoes are just oblivious – don’t believe me - just put on a pair of cute new shoes and people will inevitably comment - “I love your shoes! Are they new?”. 
The right shoes can change your life!
– Just ask Cinderella or Dorothy Gale
