A few days ago I read a post on someone's blog - for those you hooked up to Battle of the Blogs on Blog Explosion you'll know the blog I'm referring to -- it has all the pink shoes at the top of the template.
Whenever discussing shoes, I can't help but think of Hank Azaria's character in The Birdcage who can't wear shoes because they make him fall down.
Anyway, I found it interesting that females can have such radically different views on what makes a shoe attractive. The lady posted these shoes and described them as just as cute as can be and started her on her love affair of buying shoes.
Personally, I don't care for the pictured shoes at all -- I can't stand flats or rounded toes. They also look to me like the feet would spread -- kind of a fat foot look even if you don't have chubby feet.
At the other end of the spectrum there is my preference for black boots with a minimum 2.5" heel - ideally a 3".
To me these boots are just dead sexy. I have far too many pairs of black boots - but each one is different. I have to have a narrow toe and slender heels -- can't stand clunky heels.
And I do know why I love footwear like this -- When I was 13, I was in a freak accident once while riding one of my horses. Very long story short - my right leg ended up crushed. After the cast came off, I always felt like I was walking too heavy on my right leg. Ever since then I've preferred high heels because they make me more aware of how I walk.
Now for something amusing:
A drunk was proudly showing off his new apartment to a couple of friends late one night and led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brass gong and a mallet.
"It's not a gong. It's a talking clock," the drunk replied.
"A talking clock? Seriously?" asked his astonished friend.
"Yup," replied the drunk.
"How's it work?" the friend asked, squinting at it.
"Watch," the drunk replied.
He picked up the mallet, gave the gong an ear-shattering pound, and stepped back. The three stood looking at one another for a moment. Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screamed, "You asshole...it's three-fifteen in the morning!"