Hands reaching or pointing to represent best of the best. I went through a phase where I had to collect shoes. Something about owning them made me feel more powerful or something, but as seasons pass I look at those same shoes I lusted after and realize they are no longer as desirable as they once were- no matter how cool the design (unless they are super classic and they never go out of style, like a converse or black loafer). It took me, oh…about 20 seasons to realize that the same thing kept happening over and over again, every season shoes were being accumulated with nowhere to go but the depths of my closet- so weird how different they look when they aren’t perched on a shimmering department store rack. The last shoes I bought were those D-squared spine boots and then…I stopped..But life is so boring without some snappy shoes! I hope my lust comes back with a vengeance. Okay, I’m going out now. Goodnight guys.