I had a meeting at the church this morning at 8:30. It was early on a Saturday, and my brain was less engaged for the getting dressed process. I decided to wear a dress because it was comfortable and I didn't have to iron it. Then there was the matter of shoes. My flowered sandals would have gone nicely, and I have worn them before with this dress, but I wasn't in the mood to put up with the thing between my toes. So I went with these:
I've had them forever, they are comfy, they are cute and casual. They don't really go with the dress, though, I just chose them as the best option for my parameters today. And therein lies the beauty and the annoyance of shoes: There are just so darn many of them. I kept thinking how cute a pair of coral, navy, turquoise, or green sandals would look with this dress. I have none of those. And truthfully, I don't really NEED any of them, either. I'm not going to buy a pair of shoes for every possible outfit or color combination Sometimes, though, I have an image in my head of the perfect shoe I want for an outfit, and it kind of sucks when that shoe isn't in my closet. Now I just need a Star Trek replicator that will produce that shoe on demand.
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