For my first preparing-for-the-north purchase, yesterday I bought some boots.
The salesman was extolling their virtues re: warmth. I didn’t bother telling him that even the flocked wool wouldn’t cut it where I was going. Anyway, I bought them. They’ll suffice.
They cost $150 at half-price.
And today I popped into (argh! what’s the name of the shop on Granville near Dunsmuir, west side of street?) another shoe store and reluctantly put a pair of shoes on hold. They, too, are on sale – $79 instead of $130 or something.
Apart from John Fleuvog (which is irresistably fun) I hate shopping for shoes! And I hate buying shoes! And you know what else? I don’t even like wearing them, and kick them off any moment I can get away with it!
OK, Shoe-people (I know you’re out there): What do you possibly enjoy about the whole shoe-shopping/closets of shoes/wearing shoes experience? I don’t get it!
Photo Credit: Nogoodnik (not that I understand why anyone would photograph foot gear, either!)