I think the relationship dissolving thing has made me more girly. Or possibly it’s my buddy Carlota’s influence.
Either way, I am…actually…looking at shoes.
And thinking things like “Cute!”
Now, bear in mind that I am a woman who traditionally owns exactly TWO pairs of shoes at any given time–steel-toed hiking boots for stompin’, and Birkenstock sandals for…well…everything else.
And yet…I look at mules and clogs and wedges and I think “That is a cool shoe.”
I am afraid.