Every couple of years, I am forced to go shoe shopping.
Yes, you read me right. Forced.
I hate shoe shopping. I have always hated shoe shopping. Even shopping for clothing as a woman of queenly proportions is not and never has been as difficult as shoe shopping.
See, I’ve got short, wide feet. Wide hips are not fashionable, but there are good stores in the area where I can get nice, flattering clothes. But shoes? Forget about it.
But I’m getting ready to go to the Romantic Times Booklovers convention and my reliable pair of comfy-yet-dressy shoes are no longer presentable. So, I had to take a day off, grit my teeth, and set out.
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