On the way to lunch, Millie (my Pittsburgh friend) and I made a side trip to Littles, a big shoe store in Squirrel Hill.
I remembered it from previous visits and knew it had a fabulous selection. But we were not there to buy--we were merely lusting. (I don't know what my husband was doing when we were being seduced by shoes. "Just looking" is not a concept he comprehends, at all.)
Millie and I checked out the dressy, high end Thierry Rabotin and Taryn Rose pumps and a complete range of more serviceable sporty flats. We fingered them, we admired them, and we put them down. But our footwear faves were not what one might imagine; I wanted the pretty but impractical work-worthy shoes, but she only had eyes for the sturdy flats.
I assured her that retirement would provide more than enough opportunity for comfort shoes. Be careful what you wish for.