I’m no Imelda but my shoe addiction, I got from my grandma and her sisters. Back in the day, my grandma and her sisters were the total fashionistas in their town. Whenever there was a town party, people would anticipate the arrival of the sisters. They dressed to the nines all the time, every time. My love for fashion is definitely from them. Whenever she cleans out her “aparador” I would see the beautiful embroidered ternos and jewelry and whatnots of that time. I remember when I was younger, she said that I definitely inherited their penchant for shoes. Whenever we would go shoe shopping, I knew exactly what I wanted and what goes with what dress. Most of you know that I have size 5 feet that are pretty hard to find shoes for. There is only one boutique that carries perfect shoes for my weird feet and that’s Chesca. Surprisingly I found flat shoes from Penshoppe last December that fit me: They’re very pretty but they kill my feet every time I wear them. Seriously, I have to cove...
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