My count is up to four. After stalking the Serape Sperry Top-Sider for months, I bought it:
They fit like a glove, without even a hint of a rub (some Sperrys take some breaking in). On their first wearing (golfing, natch), they got complimented. My companion said, “Ah, the shoe is successful! Isn’t that why women buy shoes?”
I said, “Maybe, but not this shoe. I’m just personally obsessed with this shoe.”
May all my clothes and accessories fall under this descriptor some day.