I can get through a shopping trip along with the best of them, but when it comes to shoe shopping I admit I put my foot down like a disgruntled husband. I think years of being dragged from shoe shop to shoe shop by my mother as a child had a less-than-positive impact on me.
I will never understand how someone could spend over an hour in a shoe shop. I'm reminded of the old masculine joke: How do you get a woman into bed? Put a shoe sale at the end of it. (Then again, how does this get a woman INTO the bed? But, as they say in Family Guy, I digest...)
At a push, I could probably spend half an hour in this shop - provided I'm allowed to sit in the middle and just nod occasionally at a friend's latest prospective purchase. After all, it's not a big store, and there's only so many shoes people can look at, right?
I might even look around at some of the shoes, because they're actually quite pretty. I like the look of the sandals - Shoe Station has a few beaded numbers - but I don't like the feel of a sandal strap between my toes, so I leave these treasures to braver women.
There's also a range of very nice (and very expensive) boots and heels. The thing is decent boots in particular are going to be expensive wherever you buy them, and the heels here are just unique enough to arguably justify the price tag.
Shoe Station often puts its on-sale stock out the front, and several times I've come this close to buying a pair of shoes from here. I'll see the gorgeous leather straps, bead-work and flat heel (which I prefer over high heels) for just $50, want to jump for joy, then realize they're sandals.
Or maybe my feet just need to toughen up. read more