Here I sit in my cardboard prison: awaiting that glimmer of daylight that sparks hope. If you’re a sandal you stand a good chance of many outings in the summer, but what of us poor dress shoes. Alas, the Country Girl doesn’t have anywhere worthy to wear us, and if she does attempt she is ridiculed and we are once again locked away.
Our sisters of the City Girls, their only fear is too much use…and a little water, if they reside on the West Coast. They are loved and admired where ever they go, they almost never look out of place. Not like the poor Country Girl’s shoes, they languish and forget what the outside world looks like. I believe the stilettos one row over have developed agoraphobia from lack of use. You can hear her whimpers when she senses someone nearby.
The plight of the Country Girl shoe is not the Country Girls’ fault, we understand the dangers of beautiful shoe use on a country road, physical ones aside, no one understands the super fantastic Country Girl, least of all her neighbours and friends.
And, when we do get to go out we are side by side with the likes of Crocs and Gum-boots. Even as I write I cannot repress a small shudder at these rubber monstrosities. “But they’re practical” is the battle cry heard everywhere, and I know My Country Girl would never darken the hallowed halls of her closet with such a thing, for she is indeed most super fantastic.
The treachery of living in the country according to the shoes.