For those of you who are regular readers (no, I can't believe I wrote that either), you may recall that I was having a bit of an ugly shoe dilemma. At first I thought they were comfy and great. Then I was convinced by my son they were ugly. After that, I was sitting in a hair dressing shop waiting for my son to get his hair cut and a lady who was many years older than me stood up from her chair to pay and leave when I noticed she had on the ugly shoes. So then I realized they were not only ugly, but also preferred by an older crowd. (Unless she was a fierce example of mutton dressed as lamb) (with her freshly curled coif).
Here's another shot of my comfy ugly skechers shoes.
I took my ugly shoes with me on our trip to England. I did wear them a couple of times. They were very comfy for waiting around airports. When we were in a little town (honestly, I can't even remember which town, it is now all a bit of a blur... oh god, maybe it's the shoes...) I spotted this window display. I could not resist. I asked husband to take this picture and I sent it to my son.
"That's what you get for calling my shoes ugly! You get a great big ugly shoe!"