For years and years I worked at home, and being so overweight didn't even care about shoes. They were just pretty things other people got to indulge in. I lived in Florida and seriously, I owned three pairs of shoes; one pair of flip flop sandals, a pair of tennis shoes, and a one low-heeled, extra wide black pump.
Then I got divorced and found a new man who, even while still fat, forced me out of my, "I can't have that" mentality and took me shoe shopping. 19-months later, I have quite a nice collection of adorable shoes and boots.
Now, the funny thing about this little story is that the other day I was talking about how I can't wait to get a new wardrobe. I'm almost out of this size and moving on down! So, my sweetie says to me that new clothes would be great...and isn't it good that I at least won't need new shoes.
First off, who doesn't ever need new shoes?????

And secondly, I had to inform him that as my body shrinks so will the feet. I tell you the look of horror that passed over his face at having to haunt the towns shoe stores again was priceless.
