An International Addiction

So this seems to be my real first blog post. I've decided that this seems to be a good time to talk about shoes. Yes, shoes. My one true addiction. I may suppress my obsession but somehow it always resurfaces in the form of a beautiful pair of shiny leather boots or beautiful satin flats. I'm not sure what it is that makes shoes so irresistable to women throughout the world, but there is some magical, controlling power that shoes have over us. And quite frankly, I don't mind it. Not one little bit. However, I possess an unfortunately large pair of feet. It's sad, I know. Most women that I know claim to have "super huge feet". Apparently size 9 or evern size 8 is huge. They have no idea what they are talking about. So by now you are probably wondering how big my feet really are. Try size 11. Yeah, the big one-one. Not even size 10. No no no, mother nature blessed me and my mother with abominable snow man feet. Of course, I am grateful to have feet to begin with, but for a person that has a foot fetish and loves shoes, it is a curse to have size 11 feet. I can't just walk into a store and pick up that beautiful pair of SteveMadden flats that is on the display in the front. SteveMadden doesn't even make shoes in size 11. It's a depressing fact of life. So for those of you out there who have normal feet and can find shoes just about anywhere and that don't look huge in most shoes, be thankful. Extremely thankful.

~Renaissance Girl