It's possible that writing this blog is ruining me for public settings. It's just as possible that I've always been weird/crazy. I can't go anywhere without checking out people's shoes. I've always done this to a certain extent, but it's definitely more prominent now. And now I have conversations in my head about whether it's possible to surreptitiously take pictures of shoes I see, or how I can ask without coming across as completely crazy. Tonight I was at a parishioner's house for dinner. We have a missionary visiting from Rwanda who will be in church with us tomorrow, so tonight was a nice dinner in her honor. Both the missionary and the woman sitting next to me were wearing really cute sandals. I did not take pictures, nor did I ask, but I thought about it while gazing adoringly and longingly at their shoes and thinking about this blog. One more reason I clearly need therapy. Instead of traumatizing parishioners and random Rwandan missionaries, I decided to go to Zappos and look at sandals. Here are a few that caught my attention.
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