I have a confession to make.
On Saturday afternoon, I wore a pair of my Chucks.
The purple ones *hangs head in shame*.
I kinda had to, though. It was a cool day, so I needed to wear closed shoes. I could have worn some ballet flats or pumps, but I needed to wear socks, too. I could have worn boots, I suppose, but I was taking the boys down to watch their daddy play cricket, so I needed something comfortable and practical for chasing a small boy across a field. And without really thinking, I put on the Chucks and stepped out the door.
And oh! how comfortable and welcoming they were. I now remember why I choose to wear them so often; they love my feet and my feet love them.
I made it 24 days, though. Not bad going, considering I usually wear them every day. Now, though, my shoe endeavour will spill over into December some more, as I am determined to get through them all.
This week in shoes, then, goes a little like this:
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