Shoefingers. It’s a thing.
My dad loves shoes. Like me, and the rest of the population who’d rather eat beans for a month than forgo the thrill of new shoes, he always has.
He has a distinctly “camp” side which has been well and truly nurtured by every female in the family (and I’m sure he won’t mind me saying so).
So naturally, before I moved south, Dad and I used to relish in a favourite, frivolous shared pastime of shoe shopping.
But it wasn’t just the two of us on these giddy sprees. Another force accompanied us. The undeniable itch felt instantly in your fingertips at the mere thought of new shoes. Yeah that.
We named it “Shoefingers”. And it’s officially been a thing since. Try it – go on the lookout for shoes – I guarantee you’ll feel that familiar twinge. Although now, you can put a name to it.
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