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a woman's right to shoes

many of you may have followed my adventure in shoes during the month of july already. for those who haven't, i've been participating in something called "everyday fluevog", something done for the john fluevog web site (see "where kate's money goes" link on the side), where they post a new photo every day of a footwear fan wearing a different pair of their own fluevogs.

this is obviously a bit of a challenge, since anyone wanting to do it needs to have at least 31 pairs of fluevog shoes. but, as many have already seen, i'm up to the challenge.

so i embarked, with my trusty photographer, on a month-long odyssey of capturing my fluevogs in action, thinking of all the different things that i do in them. you can see a full page of the results here.

of course, there are those who will find my self-indulgence positively sinful. after all, despite the constant exhortations to spend, we are programmed to think that spending on frivolities and spending on oneself is somehow wrong. i can live with that criticism. i have no problem justifying the purchase of shoes when i don't own a car. those are just the choices i've made. those who criticise are probably all wearing crocs anyway.

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