I've never been one of those stereotypical girls obsessed with shoes who squeals with glee everytime sparkly footwear comes into vision. I do have favourite shoes though which I were until they literally fall to pieces or I concede defeat. As a student, my mum would physically bin shoes of mine that she deemed "dead" when I went home. One time I had to travel back wearing some very old school shoes as my Converse had mysteriously "disappeared" during the course of the visit.
As she is neither walking nor cruising yet, Wriggles doesn't really do shoes. I did half-heartedly try when she was smaller, but she would kick them off within minutes and as I was already beginning to loose a swift succession of odd mittens, hats and socks that she decided to fling into the ether, any pre-walker shoes or slippers were kept for indoors only. She does have some shoes though for chilly days now and to get her used to the idea of wearing anything more than socks, especially as she may have to wear supportive Piedro boots to complement her physio regime.