My maternal grandmother, Romayne, had a fondness for shoes. Her closet was full of shoes to match every outfit. I’ve never thought I inherited that same love of shoes as closet is full of practical styles in black.
But yesterday I realised my heritage. I was shopping for yet another pair of black leather shoes at a store that can only be described as a supermarket of shoes. Aisle after aisle displayed sandals disguised as confections, fruity pumps, meaty oxfords, and of course, my practical staples.
They looked tasty enough to eat and I walked away with four pairs. Two were what I’d anticipated. But two were in the spirit of Romayne–bright salmon mules and burgundy sandals.
