I collect pictures of shoes. Loved these when I saw them at a flea market in Nice, FR. They reminded me of a pair of red alligator sling backs my mother bought in the 1940s.
There was a time when I bought fancy heels like these. I was partial to Feragamo shoes. When I worked for the League of Women Voters in the early 1980s I was in New York City often. As part of my job I was working with high level corporate executives and accompanying celebrities to meetings and functions. Not my real world. I thought a dash of Ferragamo added style to my business suits and silk blouses.
Until a day that I walked blocks and blocks and blocks in a pair of snappy heels. My feet ached; they screamed. I ended up walking the last eight blocks to my dauther's apartment in my nylon stockinged feet, carrying the pricey shoes. And not caring one whit. Barefoot never felt so good.
Lesson learned.
Now - so much for style - I wear SAS black leather loafers and walk pain free.
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