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  ...DSC_0943_zps5df3e8d5   The idea of writing for heelboy.com about one of my favourite obsessions is akin to a kid being let loose in a candy store. I love love love shoes. Love looking at them, love touching them, and most of all, love looking down at my feet as I wear them. It has always been that way for me. As a child I had a pair for school, one for church, and a pair of flip flops for the day to day. And I treasured them all. For me, shoes are about beauty and design. But shoes are also about desire and want. Let’s face it; no-one needs more than one pair of shoes. But if you’re anything like me, you want to have different types of shoes to navigate the many aspects of your life. Obviously, the shoes you wear to a job interview are not the same you’ll wear for a girls’ night out, or to the ballet, or on a first date. It only makes sense. It’s also clear to me that shoes serve a higher purpose - and not just by making you taller. For shoes are about dreams, wish fulfillment and accomplishment. Cinderella the fairy tale wouldn’t work without the magic slipper. Slip on a new pair of shoes and imagine yourself living a certain kind of life, or having reached a goal - reward yourself with a pair of shoes. Shoes are about the miles you’ve traveled - literally and figuratively. As I write this, I’m looking at the shoes on my shelves. The green suede loafers remind me of the two brothers who made them for me in CapeTown. Green wasn’t my first colour choice but an error was made with my desired colour, and after many abject apologies, it had to be green suede. The snakeskin pumps recall a memorable trip to Paris - when I got back to my hotel room and saw the wrong pair in the box. I had the shoes that had been bought by another woman in the store. When I returned to the store first thing the next morning to make the exchange, the relief on the salesman’s face was, as they say, priceless, and forever etched in my memory. However, not all of my shoe adventures happen in far-flung places. I have spent many hours lusting and falling in love right here at home. My shoes all tell a story of the places I’ve been and the people met along the way. My ever-growing collection of flats, pumps, boots, sandals, and sneakers are, strange as it might seem, a powerful symbol of my personal growth. Might sound like a reach to you. But what else would you expect me, an unapologetic shoe lover, to write? KaT  


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