Mom wasn't in favor of my getting one pair of Leprechauns, much less pairs in every color. Although price may have been a contributing factor, her real concern was the shoe style didn't have proper support for my feet. This was huge with her because I'd been diagnosed with some problem in how my feet were developing, and we'd had numerous arguments regarding my having to wear the hideous pointy-toed brown and black saddle shoes which housed feet-correcting hardware and made my adolescent feet look like a man's. Eventually I did acquire a pair of my dream shoes, in the practical shade of navy. And surprise! They really weren't that comfortable. Or flattering. When looking down at my flat feet, the shoes I'd pined for made my feet look...fat. I'm pretty sure I never admitted any of this to Mom.
Well surprise. They weren't that comfortable. Or flattering. When I looked down at my (still flat) feet, they looked...fat. My granddaughter was delighted to offer the shoes a new closet to call home: hers.
And when I look down? Ah well. Flat feet ARE fat feet.