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“Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow." – Imogen Cunningham

“A portrait is not made in the camera but on either side of it.” – Edward Steichen

My Birthday Shoes

These are my birthday shoes. Aren't they cute?

The first time Evan saw them, he said they looked like bowling shoes.

I promptly decided to divorce him. But . . . then he did something cute (like he always does) and I reconsidered. Still, a man needs to learn not to mess with his woman over shoes. It's always a bad call.

The shoes come from J Shoes, a British shoe company that makes really lovely footwear. I particularly love the old-fashioned look of the soles of these ones, and I had to take a picture before I put them on and permanently scuffed them up.

So why are they my birthday shoes? Well, J Shoes was crazy generous enough to email me with an 80% off coupon during their winter sale (which is now over, sorry ladies), making shoes that had previously been $200 (out of my general price range) a mere $20 (MUCH more doable).

Needless to say, I bought a few pairs. So many, in fact, that I just never really put these ones on. I mean, they're white, which can be a difficult color in footwear, subject to so many rules that I can never really figure out when one is allowed to wear it. And it was wintry and rainy for a while, which is also not a great time to wear white shoes.

So they stayed in the closet until May 20 (my birthday) when I finally brought them out. I wore them to my birthday dinner with Evan and my brother and his girlfriend. It was a nice, casual, Thai dinner. (No bowling involved!)

It was a good night, and a great birthday. And what can I say? My feet were happy.