Bonfire on the Ohio River, Fall 2005. I totally forgot about Zappos until I saw the box behind my friend. I'll have to look it up and see if it's still a thing or not. Also note the old CD boombox player thing on the blanket by my other friend.
Do you know Zappos.com? They sell shoes, lots of them.
Mexican revolutionary Emiliano Zapata was feared because of his shoes.
Imagine that somebody, like an annoying nephew always pulling tricks, hid a zapper in the tip of one of your shoes.
Frank Zappa probably wore black shoes when writing: ‘Brown Shoes Don’t Make It’, or no shoes at all when performing: ‘Can’t Afford No Shoes’
You leave your shoes in the hallway for the overnight shoe shine service, but in the morning they’re gone! “In ze patio!” says the French receptionist, that’s where to leave them. House rules!
The Japanese take off their shoes when entering a house.
Los japoneses se quitan los zapatos al entrar en una casa.
Why I Missed Friday’s Post, Or No, Your Socks Need Not Match Right Now
I usually post Monday through Friday, but I missed Friday of last week. I think I have a pretty good excuse. I took a tumble on Wednesday, limped through teaching on Thursday, by which time it became pretty clear I should go see an orthopedic surgeon.
So I broke my foot a bit and am now stumping around in this boot plus a leveler on my other shoe. It is not the best fashion opportunity as you can see. I realized I need a looser, fluffier sock on the broken foot and a tighter, tougher one on the game foot for the best fit for each.
I have played with the idea of buying a loafer with a very high platform for the right foot to attain some foot style. Should I indulge in a massive buy-and-return with Zappos to see if I can identify the perfect height loafer? Or should I indulge in a pity party as the wearing of a trail-running shoe with my usual tailored suit skirts will elicit greater sympathy at work? Stay tuned for a decision!