If You're Going to Kick Ass, You Need Kick Ass Shoes

In any season of the year, I enjoy shoe shopping - or maybe I should say shoe hunting.  It is the thrill of the chase for me.  And the reward is bagging a beautiful pair of boots, sandals, ballet flats, wedges, or peep-toes (alas, true high heels are not possible any longer.)

Just Love Red Flats!

Just High Enough

At this time of the year when winter drags on and on, I begin to lust after sandals.  Sometimes, I am happy to just fondle the ones I have.  I remember a favorite line from an old movie titled Private Benjamin.  Not a movie I would ever watch again, but I always loved Goldie Hawn's line as she bemoaned wearing combat boots, "I just want to wear sandals!"

Probably should review here that one of Sam's hard and fast rules as HOH - shoes may not be purchased with a credit card.  This is a

very good rule for me.  Before dd/ttwd, shoes were a very sore subject between us.  I guess they could still be a very "sore" subject occurring on my bottom if they ever appeared on a credit card bill. 

But I have never been spanked for breaking that rule.  There is a certain amount available to me to spend as I wish, and I have not slipped from grace even once.  Ha!  That makes me sound like a "Goody-Two-Shoes!"  Pun intended.

Anyway, I received an Amazon card as a Christmas gift and bought sandals 2 days later.  I had gone to a shoe sale after Christmas and found nothing on sale I wanted.  Mark that on the calendar, Ladies.  It does not happen often.  However, there were a gorgeous pair of sandals I tried on , and I knew then and there that someday they would be mine.  Dark taupe T-straps with very sexy little zippers on the back of the heel.  That "someday" turned out to be the same day.  Found them on Amazon cheaper and proceeded to Checkout.
On the monitor, I read:

                              "Thank you for your order, Ella!
                           We know that you truly deserve these
                                        beautiful sandals."

These Are the Ones!

Problem is, it's still winter!  You know - snow, ice, slush, sleet, arctic air, scraping windshields, bone-chilling temperatures, heavy

gray skies, howling winds, bleak and barren.....  So lately, in the mornings, I put on my winter office wear and then walk around the house in my new sandals until it is time to leave for work.  Then I tenderly say good-bye to my sandals and put them back in their new home on my shoe wall.  They have lots of good friends there.

Classy!

Three years ago I even declared a new holiday called, "Sandal Sunday."  If this isn't yet listed somewhere on the spring months of

your calendar, let me explain.  It is a "floating holiday" as it comes

on the first warm Sunday of spring.  You need to assemble moms,

daughters, sisters, daughter-in-laws, granddaughters, nieces, aunts, cousins, and dear friends.  Everyone meets for lunch and then everyone buys sandals!  We have a route about town to hit all the favorite stores and shops.  What if there were an entire mall that was nothing but shoe shops?  But, I digress.  Anyway, this holiday is quickly gaining in popularity.  My sweet niece emailed me the other day to ask if Sandal Sunday was on the docket yet.

My addiction to shoes started at an early age.  I loved going to the shoe store.  Shoe stores even smell nice.  Sounds daft but I have always believed that shoes smile at me.  The most memorable pair of shoes came home to me, not in a shoebox, but in the big pockets of my dad's corduroy coat when I was 9 years old.  I went to give him a hug, and he pulled them out of his pockets and placed them in my hands. 

Up until then my good shoes were just the standard Mary Janes.  But these....omg.  They were brown patent leather with a beautiful buckle on the toe.  And.....wait for it......they had a tiny little heel!  I just remember squealing because I was so happy.  My mother was getting dinner and glanced over to say, "She's too young for those."  Dad just smiled, and I knew his decision on this would stand.  There was more than a bit of HOH in that man.  These shoes were not to be worn with those dumb anklet socks!  That would be so wrong!  These would be only for tights.  And a shoe-a-holic was born.



Now, so many years later, I can't wear heels anymore.  It's that

damn "age" thing.  I still have a few pairs, and I sometimes just have to put them on.  Maybe I cannot wear them out the front door, but Sam still enjoys them in the bedroom.  I used to do theater, and my favorite director was a lovely gay man who always called them "Fuck Me Pumps."  On or off, in the bedroom, these heels usually do the trick as far as a sexy Ella Ever After spanking.

My whole life I have admired story characters and their famous shoes.  Didn't you always want to wear Dorothy's ruby slippers or Cinerella's glass ones?  What about Carrie Bradshaw's Manolo Blahniks?  What's not to love?  They look just perfect no matter what size your ass is.  And speaking of that, there are 3 "S" words that contain zero calories, and for that I am very thankful.


                                  Sex, Spanking, and Shoes. 

              Please tell me about a pair of shoes you have loved.  

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