Some years ago, my dear friend Eva, she's living for a while in England, I'm not sure how long, offered me this tiny little metal box with a sentence that could have been written by me! 

Not really about men, that actually it seems to be true (...), but because she knows me very well, she knows how much I love a brand new pair of shoes! I mean, not an ordinary pair, it must be one pair of shoes that makes me feel butterflies in my tummy, and my heart's bit goes with the jingle of an imaginary bell in my head, and when I say "brand new", whar I really want to say is that it is new for me!

They can be vintage, second hand, the one that is not fashionable anymore, but it is "THE ONE"! 

Today I visited the Shoe Museum in my home town for the new exhibition "Babuchas e as Mulheres" that marked the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women. 

I think our society still believe shoes are a futile "girls thing", which I totally disagree. Not just because it is not just a fem thing, you know, men usually don't walk barefoot, right?!

Besides protect a part of our human body, shoes also have an important part to express a lot of characteristics of the society itself!

I see shoes as a very important tool, as clothes are, to express ourselves, to express our personality - as individuals and as part of a group, to make a statment position, to give us memories when we must choose that pair of shoes and not the other one because one is more apropriate for the ocasion than the other... also, I see shoes as piece of art too!


It wasn't the first time I visit the museum, and I still enjoy the space, the shoe's history throught time, 70's and 80's are my favourite styles, and it is also nice to learn more about the process of making a shoe, and to be in contact with the collection that has grown since the last visit. 

Everytime I go there it makes me remember my grandfather Armando, the most beautiful man (and handsome too) in the world! He was a shoe maker, had his own small factory and he was a very important suport from my happy childhood.

I still remember the leather smell, his old radio playing and the uncontable stories me and my sister had invented and played there.

He's an Alzheimer patient for a long time, doesn't even know me anymore, and it still hurts to deal with that. 

I miss my grandpa... wish he could still share his stories with us...

Museums have this thing of preserv important parts of societies, comunities, human history, but this one is very familiar to me.

Anyway, what about you? HOW WAS YOUR SUNDAY?


daniela .