I still dream about a little pair of ankle boots I saw in Libertys years ago. They were a pale violet suede, soft as butter, with a top that rolled over like an elf in a fairytales boots and showed the lining which was slightly darker leather. Oh they were delicious. I should have bought them and put them is a glass case to sigh over for ever.
If I had bought them I would have worn them and probably trashed them by stepping in a puddle the first time I wore them. RIP my lovely orange suede loafers.