A special occasion requires a special dress which in turn requires new shoes.
My farmer spotted some. They were sparkly, stunning and stylish.
I tried them on. I liked the look but there were two buts: they cost more than the dress and the visual appeal surpassed the comfort level by a considerable margin.
Today I’m grateful for the Presbyterian upbringing, tartan genes and requirement for footwear that can cope with a thousand acre stride that saved my feet from a decision I’d regret.