Amore’ Shoes

Amore Shoes, I am not in love with you.
A cute boutique that blends in with an entire street of cute boutiques, I walked in while searching for something to add to my autumn wardrobe collection. I had in mind a pair of boots, preferably in a colour other than brown or black. Miz Moos’ «Amelia» had long been on my mind, but Royal Oak’s enterprising fashionistas must demand a higher and more interesting stock than whatever DSW happens to carry, right?
I popped into Amore Shoes only to really see my hopes dashed. There aren’t many shoes in here, which helps keep the long, narrow store feeling spacious. You can do a quick perusal around the U and see everything they have, including a selection of handbags on the wall.
Not many of the brands were immediately recognizable to me, and that’s usually a signal I am either entering terra incognita in a good way (eg: I’m about to crash into the Grand Shoals of shoes) or a bad sign (eg: it’s not quality product in a midrange price). I am sad to say the love affair ended when I started looking at brands and found most of them to be made in China or not as good as I would’ve liked. There wasn’t much that fit the bill between stylish-​sensible and fun but wearable outside the club when I showed up. I arrived between seasons — summer and autumn — so possibly they were in flux, stock-​wise, though I’m not sure I’m quite the sort of regular customer they cater to.
Service was good; the lady at the register was attentive and happy to offer help if I needed anything. Alas, Amore didn’t carry what I was after and I slipped out into the wilds of RO, disappointed, and wandering to that distant horizon.