My first memory of having a shoe obsession is penny loafers. I must have been in 5th or 6th grade. I remember telling my mom I wanted a certain shade of burgundy. Not light-ish brown, not dark-ish red. Not too shiny, not too matte. I had a very specific image of what my penny loafers would look like when I found them.
We drove up to the big city of Olympia from our teeny town of Hoquiam, and went to a "Real. Mall." There I spent hours looking for just the right penny loafers.
My mom recalls I must have tried on about 25 pair in different shapes and colors. "The stitching on this one is too white." "This one has too thick a sole." "This one looks like it would scratch too easily."
We didn't have a lot of money so I knew these penny loafers would have to be great and would have to last.
I remember when we found them. They were so perfect. I knew that they would make me so happy that year and would CHANGE MY LIFE!
They didn't change my life, but they began my obsession.
I saw these today, and I they reminded me of my quest for my loafers. These might need to be purchased just for the memory of being 10 and believing that the right shoe might make the difference.