Comments on: Women More Likely to Remember First Shoe

By: Ashley

Ashley — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 07:40:55 +0000

The first shoes I bought with my allowance when I was a little girl- light blue jelly flats.

By: jeannemarie

jeannemarie — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 02:48:25 +0000

ah, the first shoes I loved were my white shoe boots when I was 2 or 3. I really have only a memory of the memory, but they were lovely! Remember, in those days, the 60′s, children’s boots were all red, and went on over the shoes. These were the only boots I had EVER seen that were not red! they were white and beautiful and were worn like shoes. The shock came when the next winter came and I went to put them on only to find that my mother had given them away!! (I guess she figured my little brother would never wear them and I had most certainly outgrown them.) I woke up crying in the night, and managed somehow to explain to my mother that it was because of the shoe boots. I think she was shocked. But in retrospect, as I think of the enormous number of shoes in her closet, I think I see where my love of shoes came from…

By: Kit Pollard

Kit Pollard — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 03:50:49 +0000

Not the first shoes I bought with my own money, but the shoes that made me first love shoes: a completely garish pair of silver pumps of my grandmother’s. I was 9 when my feet caught up to hers in size and I spent that whole beautiful year (1985)playing dress up in her closet.

The shoes were maybe 10 or 15 years old and came with a matching clutch. At the time, I didn’t know much about what adults did when they went out (except that it smelled like Chanel No. 5) but every time I put on those silver shoes, visions of fancy supper clubs and orchestras were dancing in my head.

By: Victor

Victor — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 21:13:29 +0000

Alas, Bella Donna. The current love of my life is best described as a tomboy, who has trouble walking gracefully in kitten heels. However, in the 12+ years we’ve been together, she has yet to break my heart and I doubt she ever will. As Cara suggests, some things are more important than shoes.

By: maryb

maryb — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 18:59:25 +0000

Oh, favorite ever becomes a whole new category. Fluevog Guilia boots? Green suede 1940s-style heels? The astoundingly wonderful Gravati oxfords (old-lady shoes, I love them)? Pale pink stilettos with black patent leather heel and toe caps (an art deco look I couldn’t move in, but you could get from a taxi into a restaurant and back)?

No. The favorite ever were a pair of Robert Clergerie heeled oxfords that tied asymmetrically. Beautiful. Always got compliments. Completely comfortable while absolutely stylish. I sigh for them, now gone.

By: missm

missm — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 17:27:03 +0000

When I was 12 I asked my parents if I could have a checking account and much to my surprise they said yes. When the checks arrived they were pale blue and white striped, like a fine seersucker print. It was a few weeks later when my grown-up cousin Kristin came to visit she took me to the mall and I wrote my first check for a pair of oxblood-colored ballet flats. They cost $13 on sale. It was 1982.

My favorite shoes ever are a pair of a kind of modified Mary Jane Prada, black patent with white top stitching with a stacked wood 4″ stiletto heel and rounded, pointed toe. I made them my screen saver while I waited for them to arrive! They are ladylike and tough, the perfect shoe for running through cobblestone streets in Paris so you’re not late for your dinner reservation at the place with the Michelin stars. I’ve had them for 4 years and can’t bear to part with them even though they’re past their prime.

By: ChristianeF

ChristianeF — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 00:17:26 +0000

My first favorite shoes: Yellow jelly flats. I remember the best part was the little floral dust pattern left behind on my feet after running around the backyard.

The first “adult” shoes I bought were a pair of black satin stiletto sandals dripping with so many rhinestones they had to be zipped up the back. They were (are!) so lovely.

By: Lisa

Lisa — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 20:00:56 +0000

Black Doc Martens with the steel toe on the upper. They weighed more than I did. I still have them. I would never never wear them now–I am an old lady who wears pearls and Hermes scarves, but those shoes and the tat on my arm remind me of my feckless youth.

By: La BellaDonna

La BellaDonna — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 19:48:31 +0000

Hola to the MaryB (and the superfantastic Genevieve)! Truly, there is nothing quite like the loss of the irreplaceable shoe, is there? It is not the shoe trés ordinaire that disappears into the abyss; no, it is the one-of-the-kind, the never-to-be-seen-again, that is gone – gone forever, but not forgotten. Alas, while the Genevieve, she may curse the Fates (who were working for the Post Awful that week), and the MaryB, she was dependent on the parents, La BellaDonna’s pain, it was self-inflicted – and it does not feel any the better for it, either. La BellaDonna, she struggles to this day with “being responsible” and “she will go back for the shoes she loves when she gets paid”. These traits, they have woefully affected the superfantasticness of La BellaDonna’s wardrobe.

La BellaDonna, she tenders her sympathies to the Victor, for he has his own story of the shoes and of the loss, does he not? La BellaDonna hopes that the Victor, he finds the lady who is as superfantastic as her shoes, one who will cherish the knowledgeableness of the Victor, for she will be the lucky lady indeed.

By: lindsey

lindsey — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 19:37:18 +0000

Famolares. Brown oxford Famolares with a wavy sole back in 1975. I shudder to think now, but loved them then.