Don't wear them! Please.

Last spring I bought a pair of leopard-print Casadei pony-hair shoes even though standing up in them at the store gave me a pain across the metatarsals unlike anything I had ever felt before.

Not surprisingly, they have never come out of the box, except to be gloated over.

I'm figuring my daughter will eBay them in about 40 years and it will pay for a few years of my stay at the Bide-a-Wee retirement community.

Keep that in mind; those silver shoes could be the difference between a nice place that takes you on outings and uses fresh fruit in the fruit salads--and someplace truly dreary.
