I went (b)rogue

one of the boys

I have not written about shoes for a while. 

I guess, with all the things we needed to sort out for our home, shoe browsing somehow took a back seat.

As it is nearing Christmas time, my husband and I started making our lists.

And when I thought about things I wanted--that are not household related, I remembered.

I was not sure if I'd go for oxfords or brogues, I needed to try them both and see what looked better on me.

But I knew knew knew I wanted one.

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I love this kind of shoe.  

In fact, I generally enjoy window shopping for men's shoes--leather ones.  I like how they are generally well made and shaped to perfection.  You never get that solid feeling with Ladies' shoes--not even from the better brands.

The stilettos don't stand a chance.

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I will be too happy to skip looking at men's running shoes.  Thank you.

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This style is reminscent of my Dad.  He also loves shoes.  I remember that as a child I would see my Dad line up all his leather shoes and shine each one until they gleamed.

No, this task is never delegated to the maid.  My Dad needs to do it himself.

Oxfords, Brogues and Loafers. 

Black, brown and tan.

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While the perfect shoe was still just an image in my mind, I was sure of some things.

1.  It had to be tan--preferably with some sort of gradient to brown.

2.  It needed to be well made. 

3.  It must look and feel like a man's shoe.  I'm not going for cute here.  

4.  I am getting a classic perhaps tweaked shape-wise to fit a girl's foot.

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I looked far and wide online.

While I had favorites, I could not bring myself to check any out.

Buying shoes online is something that I often do.  But it was different this time.

I. Could.  Not.

There was something telling me that I needed to see and fit the shoe.  I needed to do it old school.  Go to a shop, try it on, walk on it then decide.

It was only fitting.

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My husband and I found two stores that had what I was looking for.  There were two that were comparable in looks and pricing.

I'd be happy with either, but I needed time to think about it more. 

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We then headed to another mall to get shirts for my husband.

Walking in, he told me we should check out a certain store for my shoes.  He said that maybe they had it.  I was reluctant.  

We went in anyway.

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The moment I got in the store, my eyes locked in what I knew to be my brogues.

 The End.