They caught my eye many moons ago. Their lavender color beckoned me to make them mine. I watched as others fell prey to their allure and charm, yet I resisted. I wanted them, but I had to resist. They could not be mine. They were a want, not a need. I need to focus on needs. While others danced in the rain in them at camp on Opening Day, I trudged around in my 1980s Duck boots that have nary a scratch on them. I was determined to be practical, yet the desire was still there. We were reunited time and time again at Nordstrom as new colors appeared. They courted me, too, but not like the lavish lavender. Oh, how they called my name!
A dear friend showed up one day in gorgeous shiny black ones. I made her turn around and even took her picture. She looked fabulous. They made the outfit. On my birthday, she brought me a gift. Imagine my surprise when I opened it! The name "HUNTER" shouted from the outside of the box. Oh, it couldn't be! It really couldn't be! Yes! As I excitedly opened the box, a touch of lavender caught my eye. I couldn't believe it!!! They would be mine!!!! And, honey, if the shoe fits, WEAR IT!
