Call me Imelda. I like shoes. No, I don't have anywhere near 100 pairs, let alone 300+ pairs. I don't even wear more than 10 of them on a regular basis, although there are seasonal differences between winter and summer. Most of my shoes are from my packrat collection--ancient, but I just don't throw them out. That will change. Mr. Froggie will see to that. It's sort of funny to watch him go around taking inventory. Women can't get away with just sneakers, hiking boots, and loafers. Thank god stockings aren't mandatory anymore in the office.

That having been said, I added two pairs of Justins to my footwear roster. Why not, since all I wear anymore are cowboy boots and cutesy little flats? If I can't run in them, I probably won't wear them very often. This is a little scary, but I can run in mules, and I never wear sneakers.

For anyone who's not interested, hit your back button. For those who are, keep reading. The pictures of my new cowboy boots from Justin are here:



Yes, they are a bit flamboyant, compared to plain black or brown cow or elk. I don't care. I like them. They make a statement. Besides, I got each pair for under $100, which is almost unheard-of for anything but ropers.