It is funny...I have been thinking about this. I have always loved shoes. I still remember with great fondness at least 3 pairs of shoes I wore when I was between 3 and 4 years old. I could describe in detail all the best shoes of my life...oh, I love them.
And do you know where I got this love? NOT from my mother. She liked shoes well enough, I think...but if I had to peg her as one thing or another, I'd say maybe a dress person, like Sal. Or a jacket person. (She adored lovely suits).
No, my love of shoes definitely comes from my dad. He was a very unpretentious man from a working class background and didn't care a hoot for fashion of any kind, really -- he always bought suits off the rack at the Bay (even when he could have afforded more).
But he adored a good Italian loafer, and saved his favourites and gave them loving care for years.
Funny. His mother was a seamstress. Maybe he took clothing for granted but appreciated leather goods as something that he could not get from home. He also loved leather jackets and wallets.