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ut why does this matter,” you say. So I shall tell you why it does in fact matter.It means I’m getting myself back.The last two years (almost to the goddamn day) have been on literal fire for just about the entire world. My world has been on fire for an extra year beforehand, because I’m an overachiever.As previously mentioned in a butt-ton of articles, my brain tried to kill me for about three straight years, from mid-2018–mid-late 2021. And in this time, I wore black. And brown. And grey. I lived in yoga pants and oversized sweatshirts. My life was focused on one single thing, and that was not dying.I did not have the time, inclination, or belief in the importance of shoes. Or pink. I thought that ruffles and lace were things I could not wear. I completely eschewed the concept of “pretty.”<h2 id="c6cf">Why Shoes Matter</h2>Scrolling through my Facebook feed recently, I came upon an ad for a website called Chicwish. It has some pretty clothes. I clicked the ad.And my loves, I remembered.Everything on that website is SO. PRETTY. Lace! Ruffles! Pretty dresses! And skirts! Chiffon EVERYWHERE. And a part of my soul that had been dormant for three years came alive again.I ordered a beautiful dress from them. Do I have any idea what the quality is going to be? Hell no. But it’s pretty. It’s pink. It has ruffles. And with that purchase,

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I got a piece of myself back.So when I say I love shoes, my darlings, it matters as hell to me. I have always adored shoes. And not like, normal-pretty shoes. I’m talking Marie Antoinette-style shoes.<figure id="b36d"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*wJOFE1glDCr4FT1D.jpg"><figcaption>Image by <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/MiniDonuts?ref=simple-shop-header-name&listing_id=1041189891">MiniDonuts</a> from <a href="https://www.etsy.com/?ref=lgo">Etsy</a></figcaption></figure>I mean look at that shit. Look at it! jumps up and down on the couch EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!Precious angels of charm and light, sometimes we need to remember what lights us up. What has always lit us up. And when we do, we remember that life is not eternally on fire. Terrible things may be happening. People may be dying. We may be nearly dying.But that’s why shoes matter. In the midst of darkness and chaos and death, we can take one, small, tiny minute for joy.For shoes.P.S. Also on the subject of joy and beauty and excellence, check out <a href="undefined">Liberty Forrest, Author</a>’s lovely post <a href="https://readmedium.com/how-the-beauty-of-stillness-can-improve-your-life-right-now-88d7d71ec18b">How The Beauty of Stillness Can Improve Your Life Right Now</a>. Because joy doesn’t have to be in things. It can be in the stillest, smallest of moments.</article></body>

The One Reason Shoes Matter In A World Gone Mad

Because joy still does exist

Beautiful humans, I have a confession to make:

I love shoes.

No but like, I really love shoes. My Pinterest life goals board is like, 50% fancy shoes (the rest is castles and ball gowns and seriously gorgeous libraries, because I swear to God 98% of my personality was formed by Beauty and the Beast).

I have this Pinterest life goals board because a lovely lady who is doing my branding as I start a business (eee!) and write a book (no but I totally am, it’s hella exciting) said, “yo, Carrie, I need to know your goals in life to paint an accurate picture of you.”

Fair. Also, it occurs to me that I should just screenshot half of the above-mentioned Disney movie and send it to her directly.

…wait that’s actually an awesome idea, you guys are genius. Brb.

*goes and does this immediately*

Okay, I’m back.

Um, Why The Hell Are You Telling Us This

“Carrie,” you say. “I mean good for you and go nuts on the shoes thing, but why does this matter,” you say. So I shall tell you why it does in fact matter.

It means I’m getting myself back.

The last two years (almost to the goddamn day) have been on literal fire for just about the entire world. My world has been on fire for an extra year beforehand, because I’m an overachiever.

As previously mentioned in a butt-ton of articles, my brain tried to kill me for about three straight years, from mid-2018–mid-late 2021. And in this time, I wore black. And brown. And grey. I lived in yoga pants and oversized sweatshirts. My life was focused on one single thing, and that was not dying.

I did not have the time, inclination, or belief in the importance of shoes. Or pink. I thought that ruffles and lace were things I could not wear. I completely eschewed the concept of “pretty.”

Why Shoes Matter

Scrolling through my Facebook feed recently, I came upon an ad for a website called Chicwish. It has some pretty clothes. I clicked the ad.

And my loves, I remembered.

Everything on that website is SO. PRETTY. Lace! Ruffles! Pretty dresses! And skirts! Chiffon EVERYWHERE. And a part of my soul that had been dormant for three years came alive again.

I ordered a beautiful dress from them. Do I have any idea what the quality is going to be? Hell no. But it’s pretty. It’s pink. It has ruffles. And with that purchase, I got a piece of myself back.

So when I say I love shoes, my darlings, it matters as hell to me. I have always adored shoes. And not like, normal-pretty shoes. I’m talking Marie Antoinette-style shoes.

I mean look at that shit. Look at it! *jumps up and down on the couch* EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Precious angels of charm and light, sometimes we need to remember what lights us up. What has always lit us up. And when we do, we remember that life is not eternally on fire. Terrible things may be happening. People may be dying. We may be nearly dying.

But that’s why shoes matter. In the midst of darkness and chaos and death, we can take one, small, tiny minute for joy.

For shoes.

P.S. Also on the subject of joy and beauty and excellence, check out Liberty Forrest, Author’s lovely post How The Beauty of Stillness Can Improve Your Life Right Now. Because joy doesn’t have to be in things. It can be in the stillest, smallest of moments.