This is a message of candor from Moi, Ella.
I was so eager to wear heeled boots once the weather turned a bit cooler. My natural Autumn-Onset preoccupation with them was heated by a fellow student fashionista. She wears a different pair of shoes every day, including nice boots–I think a couple of pairs.
Well, I must commute on the Boston system of the “T.” (I have had no ride [and less of a social schedule!] since that car accident. But don’t worry about me.) I had been wearing only a very few pairs of shoes, which are cute & varied enough to match my outfits, but most importantly are comfortable enough for a lot of walking. This fashion “victim” means, when she says “comfortable,” to still be in necessity of the usual band-aids over my “wee toesies” due to my slightly wider than M feet. I do not hide the fact that my feet are not perfect, but are kind of cute in their petite size, and can be spruced up to look just fine in summer sandals. Oh, don’t worry about me! I stand by my position that shoes are here to hide the feet. Oh, the horrid feet of the average person!
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