Shoes Don’t Lie
by Karla Erovick
As I look through my closet at my collection of
shoes, I see the many transitions in my life.
Shoes reflect life, personality, and my choices.
When I lived in a big city (San Francisco) my
shoes reflected that life. While I had plenty of
comfy walking shoes to wear as I walked
around the city, I also had a collection of fancy
city-girl heels. The kind I might wear for an
evening out, or in an office sitting at a desk. I
love those shoes. They bring a smile to my
face.
My reality now is so much different. Now I live
in the wine country and rarely wear heels. You
are more likely to find me wearing boots for
walking through vineyards, along gravel roads,
and to meetings. My life, and my shoes are
much more about practicality. I still love the
fancy dress-up shoes, but I rarely find the opportuni-
ty to wear them, but I can’t part with them.
When I travel, I love to buy shoes. There was that
trip to Spain where I bought a few pairs of
hand-made espadrilles from the family that has been
making them for generations. Those decadent
hand-made coral leather sling-back pumps made
somewhere in Central America and purchased at a
mall in Panama, always make me happy. I was lucky
to find my size, since local women have tiny feet.
And that pair of leather sandals from Morocco,
purchased in a souk, that remind me of that exotic
locale.
I savor the memories associated with my shoes. Like
a luscious glass of wine, I remember the friends, the
laughter, the fun that these shoes shared with me.
Cheers!