Shoes! I love them. Maybe a little too much at times, but what the heck. I have to laugh at my reckless journey from “who cares how much they hurt as long as they look good” years, to the current, “I still want them to be cute, but no pain” years. I’m not sure when I decided blisters were a bad thing, or that limping for 3 days after wearing stylish shoes for 1 evening didn’t add up 4-sure. But it happened. Not that I’ve gone to the dark side and have a row of thick-soled sturdy beige lace-ups in my closet, but the spunk only comes out in smaller and smaller doses…like today.
Today I was sporting a pair of red peep-toe wedges. The flashes of color beneath my black and white dress made me happy as I walked around. I felt sassy, confident, a little rogue-ish. No support hose for this AARP aged woman. The defining moment was when a woman I did not know slid by me and whispered, “Nice shoes.” When I returned home and put on my sensible shoes to walk the dog, my alter ego stayed in the closet. Don’t be me! Let your bad girl shoes visit–often!