Like most people I have a predominent colour theme to my wardrobe. Work is black. Home is brown and autumn greens. I favour smart over casual.
So these are not at all like me. But I love them. Dennis hates them but everyone has a lapse of good judgement from time to time. They are as soft as butter ( but more protective), a little brighter than the photo shows, I can walk for miles in them and it is impossible not to be happy wearing them.
I was very amused to get a message from Janet who thought she had spotted me at Festival of Quilts sitting outside Weatherspoons but decided not to approach in case it was not me. Was it you, she asked? The woman she saw was wearing green shoes. I was indeed. I had my feet under the table as far as I recall, but maybe these shoes are a bit louder than I thought.
I just asked Dennis to describe them and explain why he hates them. He may have lapses of good judgement but he is not suicidal. He thought carefully,
"They cry out for attention."
He waited, and when I didn't throw anything he added,
"And they don't need to cry too loud."
I don't care. They are happy, happy shoes.