I’ve never had a great obsession with shoes. I put comfort above style when it comes to footwear, which means I have zero interest in Manolo and the gang. Does this hurt my “style”? Probably so. Do I care? Well … sometimes … yeah.

I would like to look like I have my stuff together, with the perfect shoes and matching bag, a stylish haircut and some funky jewelry that suggests maybe I’m a little bit hip, even if I do have a baby in my arms.

I came to the realization some time ago, though, that I’m not that person. I don’t have the patience to be that person, to switch all of my stuff from purse to purse each time I change my shoes. Or to actually “style” my hair every morning. Or to wear matching socks. (Just kidding. My socks, at least, always match.)

Maybe someday I’ll get my ears repierced and buy some pretty earrings. But don’t expect to see me sporting a necklace to match.

This has been a Sunday Scribbling. And it was supposed to be about “My Shoes.” Oh well.