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Good Friends, Good Shoes January 8, 2012

Filed under: Common Sense in Unsensible Shoes — theislandshoegirl @ 10:52 am
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A girl can never have too many shoes or too many friends. Photo by Jean Thornton

I had a realization this week: good shoes are like good friends in many ways.  This did not come about because I met a new friend with the exact same foot size plus a shoe collection twice as large as mine, which she likes to lend out.  Actually, this thought came about starting with a meeting.  I am a member of a social sorority; we meet once a month, have a variety of social outings, and hold a fundraiser for local charities each year.  And yes, we drink a fair amount of wine. 

This month’s meeting was only two days away when I realized no one had sent out the email reminder saying who was hosting.  I suspected everyone was busy and had forgotten the meeting, perhaps being busy with the end of the holidays.  So I decided I would invite the ladies to my condo thinking that not many would be able to attend.

Now let me explain that my apartment is not a huge; it’s mostly shoe closet.  Okay, so that is an exaggeration…but it won’t be featured in a 6-page spread in Better Homes & Gardens.  It would need maybe 2 pages to cover it.   Nonetheless, I wrote out a quick email while on my 4th glass of red wine and hit send.  Very quickly, my sorority sisters began responding with positive RSVPs.  In no time, I was hosting more guests than I had thought I would. 

After quick vacuuming, dusting off the diplomas (girls gotta look smart and clean), and flipping over the bath mats I was ready to host!  Martha Stewart I am not.  My sorority sisters arrived and my apartment began filling up.  However, with each new guest, my apartment did not shrink but seemed to get a little bigger to let each person in.  I would daresay that even more could have fit in.

Once the evening came to an end and I had said goodbye to my last friend, I went to put my shoes in their place in my shoe closet.  I realized that there always seemed to be a place available for each pair of shoes I find.  Just like the apartment the shoe closet was in, there always seems to be a little more space.

Which is how I came to the idea that good shoes are like good friends in that you can really never have too many.  Sure you could argue that you can only wear one pair of shoes at time, but I can certainly admire many different pairs of shoes at once. Personally, I think that my shoes share a bond between one another and enjoy each other’s company.

And just like friends, you have different shoes for different events and situations.  Some shoes are great for dancing; others for walking, just like some friends are great for having a drink with at the end of long day and others you can call on when you need a cup of sugar.  Some friends are life-long friends just as some shoes are classics that you cherish for life while others shoes are seasonal.  There are friends who make you feel very comfortable, like a pair of Manolo Blahnik’s, while other friends take you to new heights like a pair of six-inch stilettos.

The best part about both good shoes and good friends is that you truly never have enough.  And even when you don’t wear your shoes everyday, it is always good to put them on again.  Like a phone call to catch up with an old friend or friendly letter, you always cherish knowing they are there for you.  And truly, both friends and shoes are invaluable. 

So as this New Year begins, I resolve to appreciate both the good shoes and the good friends—and to welcome both into my home. Hopefully they will all feel welcome anytime.  Luckily, this resolution comes just in time for the After-holiday Sales… because there’s always room for more shoes in my shoe closet and more friends in my home.

 

Buy New Shoes, But Keep the Old Ones June 5, 2011

Filed under: Key West; Not Just for Flip Flops — theislandshoegirl @ 8:16 am
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These classic Calvin Klein heels will always have a place in my shoe closet. Photo by Jean Thornton

This weekend I found myself in a time warp. I somehow stumbled through space and time in my vintage Steve Madden wedges and ended up three years earlier. No, I have not invented a time machine, and if I had I totally would have used it to buy those super-cute Gucci shoes I had to pass on last summer. Instead, I found myself at a friend’s birthday party that brought together the majority of my tried-and-true Key West friends at one of our old-time hangouts.

What started out as just another Sunday shoe photo shoot (which happens very frequently for me) was actually a trick to set my trusted shoe photographer and friend, Jean “Golden Girl” Thornton, unsuspectingly on a birthday treasure hunt of sorts. Carefully constructed clues led her from bar to bar, picking up bits of “treasure” and friends along the way. By the time we landed at our last stop, a favorite old bar hidden away from the rest of Duval Street, there were more than 40 friends in full party mood.

As I squeezed through the crowd, greeting both people I had seen the day before and those I had not seen in months (for a small island you can really hide well if you want to) and pushed my way up to the bar, I had a strange sense of familiarity. Yet, it was not déjà vu as this was not a repeat of past days but a hybrid of old days and new. This particular bar had been the main hangout of me and many friends for my first two years in Key West. I have sat on every bar stool, heard countless stories from friends and strangers, and lived a few stories that are better remaining untold.

I still stop in the bar every now and then, but it is not the same as it once was. With a cold beer in hand this night, I glanced around the bar. Yes, there were many “old timers” who were there the first time I walked into the bar and are probably still there as you read this. But there were also many friends who had not been originals to our crew. Funny, how those I had only met in the last year seemed to belong there just as much as anyone else.

This collection of characters that I get to call friends reminded me of my shoe closet… and the expanded shoe overflow that has been added. The people in that room, much like my shoes, were all cherished and valued pieces of my Key West menagerie. Some of my friends have been there from the beginning, like the original pair of Steve Madden heels I bought for my first full-time job. Sure those shoes and some of my friends might be a little worn, but I only see them as they looked the first day—perfect, beautiful soles that I was so excited to have.

Other friends and shoes have been added throughout the years. Some of these shoes I am still learning about. I discover whether they go with new outfits and if they will give me blisters after 8 hours on my toes. A few of these new friends are still sharing new things with me too. And even though I have a lot of shoes, I never stop adding a new pair (or two or ten) when the opportunity comes along. After all no two shoes… or should I say no two pairs of shoes are truly the same.

After the drinks had flowed, the cake had been cut and the birthday girl sung to I said my goodbyes and took my shoes home to their many shoe friends. Tucking my wedges back into their spot, I noticed a little more wear on their soles. But instead of seeing it as imperfections, I decided to view it as just another story to be told. After all, those shoes were good enough to carry me through this day as they have before. And just like a good friend they didn’t let me down.

Maybe the old saying about friends is true: Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other is gold. But if it is, this one might be too: Buy new shoes but keep the old ones, one is Manolo’s and the other is Prada. Friends or shoe, old or new both are valuable to me.

 

 
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