I love walking around barefoot. When I was a kid, I never wore shoes if I could help it. Which always makes me wonder, how did I become so obsessed with shoes? I’m turning 24 this year, and though I have a few theories, I’m not set on an answer because I can’t really pinpoint when it all started. It’s just one of those unanswerable questions.
Even though I was a tomboy (being a middle child with two brothers does that to you), I still snuck into my mother’s closet to try on all the shoes. I was particularly attached to a pair of green suede pumps. I even put on my dad’s shoes when I was a toddler. My parents have photographic evidence of this.
I got my first pair of little-girl-high-heels when I was 9. My dad actually bough them for me because I made a big fuss at the store. They were white leather with an ankle strap and a 2-inch black block heel. I loved them to death and tried to wear them every day. I think after that first pair, I got hooked. My parents didn’t think I needed more heels, so I used to make shoes out of cardboard from cereal boxes and used empty toilet paper rolls for the heel. I was pretty creative with my designs, and they were actually sturdy enough for me to walk in. Of course, I didn’t wear them in public, but it was fun to wander around the house pretending I was shopping in a department store.
So despite my preference to run around barefoot, I’ve somehow developed a strong attachment to shoes, particularly supple suede pumps. I don’t like to call it an addiction, because it’s not like I can’t live without them (I hope). My obsessions is more of an appreciation for beautiful shapes, materials, and colors. Shoe design is like architecture really; some are purely artistic sculptures, and others balance form with function. And since they’re on your feet pretty much every day, why not have a little fun?