I used to be a materialistic chap. Before graduated from college, I yearned for products with brand names. While getting older, somehow, my appetite to all those labels has been receding. In recent years, nearly all of my clothing and belongings are plain. My desire for "stuff" is now quite minimal. Except for one thing, shoes.
Women would compete with one another on so many items. Handbag, watch, jewellery . . . . . .even for cup size. You name it, they buy it. Regarding men, shoe is one of the rare accessories attracts their comparison. Beautiful shoes are always eye-catching. Young fellows are addicted to trainers. Old guys would be crazy for a pair of lovely Oxford. So, luxuries are available in both niches. A pair of Visvim sandals could cost up to several thousand dollars. And those bespoke leather shoes could easily be charged for tens of thousand dollars.
I would not join those fervent packs. Nevertheless, excellent ones are still mouth-watering. While shopping in recent weeks, I was bewitched to a pair of brown Derby. Sold from a local store named Darkwater, the pair of shoes would probably be made in China. I am old enough to accept this ugly truth. With the stunning appearance that even J has given her nodding, my already light wallet became slimmer.
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