There is a pair of Italian heels in the back seat of my car left there by my daughter after an event. They made me think of all of the shoes that faithfully waited in their boxes for their turn at the dance.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Shoes
I have had a long running love affair with shoes. Some women remember great dates or great places, I remember great shoes. Most of the shoes are heels but there are two pairs of flats that are nestled in my memory. The dark blue with green trim Papagallos and the Weegun penny loafers. There was the wonderful blue pair with brown toes and a bow, the red patent leather heels that had a little sparkle, green shoes and blue shoes - wonderful, faithful shoes. My waist might get bigger, hips may spread, diets wars won, lost and battled again, but there waiting for me, always in my size, always a perfect fit are shoes. Everytime I have moved (and there have been many) I cull through the boxes and discard the ones that are no longer in fashion or have seen better days. It is always hard to let them go, but there are limits. So what prompted this confession -
There is a pair of Italian heels in the back seat of my car left there by my daughter after an event. They made me think of all of the shoes that faithfully waited in their boxes for their turn at the dance.
There is a pair of Italian heels in the back seat of my car left there by my daughter after an event. They made me think of all of the shoes that faithfully waited in their boxes for their turn at the dance.
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Vanity the ultimate gotcha.
Vanity 1. Heels, shoes. They were my addiction. I loved being able to wear heels, sandals, cute shoes. Even if they were slightly uncomf...
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No matter how much they hurt my feet when I saw the pictures of my pretty shoes I fell in love with them all over again! Just looking at them transports me back to the street of Milan. It is clear where I got my love of pretty shoes.
Weejun penny loafers! Was that a Baltimore thing or is it just a boomer thing? I distinctly remember in lower school when we were all informed by class bully and fashion bellwether Mark Baginski that there were two and only two acceptable forms of boys footwear. It was (enormously expensive) wingtips or Weejun penny loafers (cordovan and no fakes). Mom would always dutifully schlep me into the Hess shoe store in Towson Plaza for my had-to-have Weejuns and then just as dutifully schlep the shoes back to the shoe repair when the all-leather glued-on heels had dissolved in the mud and rain I tromped through between classes at Loyola. My favorite footwear now are still a badly worn pair of Docksiders (so damn comfortable) and here in York county there is a paucity of prep-schoolers to scold me for wearing fakes.
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