One of things that always makes me smile, living here, is the fancy footwear that women wear. It does not seem to matter if the rest of the ensemble is embellished. Any occasion is an occasion to wear shoes or sandals with ruffles, jewels, beads, red patent appliques, and three-inch spike heels.
For example, the Montri bus monitors at my daughter's school all female, and they stand in a line on the sidewalk every morning. I'm not sure exactly what purpose lining up serves, but they are all wearing their unremarkable uniform of black pants, a white short-sleeved button-shirt, and a vest (usually a Thai-woven print in maroon, but today, a very Burberry-esque plaid). But the shoes? I scanned their footwear, and saw flats with rhinestones, heels with bows, and sandals with silver straps that went around and around and around one's ankles.
My brown Keen slides seem so plain in comparison.
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