Dear John Fluevog yellow-round toe-perfection-in-a-boot-boots I saw up in Vancouver last week,

I miss you. I think about you every day. Do you think about me?

The way you felt in my hands, on my feet, hidden in my purse (just kidding).

I see a lot of shoes, and I know there will be many more to come. But when I saw you, it was different. It was an immediate love. I just knew I had to have you. I knew nothing could ever keep me from you. I knew that I had found the shoes that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Period.

Oh, Then I saw your price tag.

...And I choked on my gum.

Then I curled into a ball & sobbed until I was ushered out of the store and onto the curb lined with weepers. shoe-less, heart-broken weepers . And we cried together.

Ok, maybe it didn't go just like that, but it was darn close. I'm sure that happens all the time in the John Fluevog store, right?

As I left, I took one more look at you behind the glass window. Then around the store.. and no offense my boot beauties, but I fell for every single one of your cousins as well.

I love you John Fluevog. You creative & unique genius, you.

Must. sell. kidney. for. shoe. money.

-Lisa's lovesick feet.