I know that this post is hopelessly materialistic, and that it has little to do with diversity (but some relation to discomfort). But still. I came across this photo in a mish-mosh pile on my desk. And then it was a moment of Proustian remembrance of things past.
Oh, dear. Are they not wonderful? I don't think you can get the detail, nor appreciate the colors from this photo (black with pink stitching on the left; reddish/rust with chartreuse stitching on the right). But these are the shoes I did not buy when I was in London five or six years ago. The stitching says "cha-cha-cha," and the footprints show how to do the dance.
I went back several times to this store to try on these shoes. My husband and daughter accompanied me without complaint. Why did I not buy? One size felt just a tiny bit too small, and the next size up felt just a tiny bit too large. And I couldn't decide which color to get, and I wanted both colors, but two pairs of shoes that I might not be able to wear? Discomfort.
I have looked (without success) on line for these shoes several times since. But why? Would they fit differently now?