tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19248290.post7912744465002065220..comments2023-07-10T09:28:49.185-04:00Comments on Linguini on the Ceiling: Back-to-school ShoesSisiggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12187439975974001825noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19248290.post-33246390008291987492014-08-31T16:32:13.945-04:002014-08-31T16:32:13.945-04:00Does everyone have shoe horror stories? My parents...Does everyone have shoe horror stories? My parents actually had to have my shoes ordered since my feet were (and are) so wide, but very short -- they still are. Basically, my feet are square. I am grateful they at least ordered what they considered stylish shoes rather than purchasing the in-stock orthopedic horrors stores did carry in my size!<br />I did do a brief stint in saddle oxfords when they made a comeback in my sophomore year of high school.<br />Sisiggyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12187439975974001825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19248290.post-80873011489580239952014-08-31T14:50:00.674-04:002014-08-31T14:50:00.674-04:00You poor soul. I, too, remember buying shoes; alt...You poor soul. I, too, remember buying shoes; although not at the beginning of the school year. My feet did not grow according to the commencement of said event. I possessed so much turned under (a good under standing) that my parents could not find saddle oxfords in my size - ever. My feet, by default, wore a succession of adult golf shoes! Big, roomy, golf shoes. They gave the illusion of saddle oxfords, and folks did a double-take upon viewing the saddle strangely sitting atop my instep and toes. with the reins falling down the back of my heels.Dorothy-Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01746436689728473567noreply@blogger.com