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. Posted by kuri at June 19, 2001 08:28 PM