I’ve been sitting in classes noticing people’s shoes. Shoes are interesting to me because I think they can tell you a lot about the person. Do they slide off and on easily? Are they falling apart? Are they polished and shiny? Do they wear boots or Tevas or tennis shoes?

Even in the dead of winter with snow up to your kneecaps and the temperatures barely out of the single digits, there will always be that ultra-hip, ultra-cool guy who wears Tevas and shorts. He sprawls out in the chair as if it’s a bore to be there with the rest of us plebes (and it very well could be). He yawns frequently. You *know* he’s thinking about girls or skiing or beer or all three.

The girl with the long brown hair that is pulled back, thin wire-rimmed glasses perched upon her nose and tennis shoes with white socks and blue jeans that are just a shade off of everyone else’s sits with her pencil poised for note-taking. She’s usually the most brilliant person in the classroom and I’m constantly in awe.

There is the one guy who is usually over 6 feet and larger in body size (usually a *buff* guy) who wears all black with some heavy metal band name written in bright, deathly colors on his t-shirt. He typically wears the steel-toed black boots that are laced up. He rarely says anything and when he does, it’s insightful and amazingly brilliant…and very quiet.

There is always one girl who also wears the steel-toed boots but she’s so stylish that I want to be her. I want to pull it off the way that she does. But I can’t be 18 again and I’m not sure her style would look quite the same on my 38-year-old body. Casual but chic is the key.

Me…I can be found in anything from Birkenstock clogs to Tevas to steel-toed boots to classic high heels to mary janes to something funky.

I’m turning into a bona fide shoe slut.

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Side note: Tevas were designed by Mark Thatcher here in my hometown and this is where their corporate headquarters are. Most people around town have at least one pair of Tevas.