I brought my shoes to the shop to get them re-soled. And walked past an outlet store with shoes.
Walked in. Got myself two pairs of good and good-looking low booties, for the price of one.
I hate buying shoes. Really hate it.
This was nice. The woman there listened to what I needed, and found shoes that fitted me without a problem.
She also had gorgeous fuck me boots in my size, but they were beyond what I could pay.
Besides her finding me good and nice shoes, she also gave me an address of a bureau working with youngsters with a label. That was what she had recently put up the shop for, after retirement. To have it as a training place for kids with ADHD and Autism. If my other plans of re-integrating in a decnt job won't work, I'm going to give them a call to see if I can be of service there.
Brought my other shoes to get them repaired. I think I won't need to buy winter shoes for three years. Absolutely delighted.