My love affair is over. There, I said it, and saying the word makes it a bona fide fact. I have fought it for the last year, tried to gloss over this possibility, willing passion to embrace me and turn my thoughts away from inevitability. Although common sense tells me it's time to let go, my human frailty gives in to socialistic norms and I find myself salivating again. Opening the door again, ogling the object of my affection, and then . . . squeeze! It's hurts too much.
I am leaving you, my love. Those pumps with pointy toes balancing on three inch spikes (short by today's standards), those chunky wider flavors that catapulted me into mid-air, those mules with no back that never really made sense, those heavenly stilettos that transformed my stumpy legs into seven-foot Victoria Secret limbs, those heels that I could slip on and slip right onto a Sex and the City set. My diva days have come to an end - a sad, but necessary end.
It's time to move past those stately twigs right toward versatile flat shoes with cushioned beds (I refuse to say orthopedic), sandals offering control and balance, possibly a saddle oxford in a trend-setting color or a casual boot with a quickie tie. Maybe, if a little vamp is required, a kitten heel or a peep toe. I can push the envelope if persuaded. No more, come do me shoes. Now, it's come never mind me shoes.
My feet and my knees are screaming, and I must heed. I give up. In 2013, I will turn over a new leaf and another shoe box.
However, I still believe in the compelling words of Manolo Blahnik, "You put high heels on and you change." In the desperate words of SATC's Carrie, "I needed those!" And from anonymous (how ironic), the most inspiring of all: "A pair of shoes can change your life. Just ask Cinderella." I rest my case.
So, if you're a size 9 and want to increase your shoe wardrobe, drop me a line. Force me to let go. My love affair may be over, but no one says yours has to be.
Ahh shoes. I too, have gone the "comfort" route. Gone are the days when I would don a pair simply because they looked good. I had a pair of sassy red heels that made me look great, but they were in no way appropriate for a hike across the college campus where I was employed. I had them on one day and found I had to attend a meeting clear on the other side of the campus. They were off through most of the meeting, and I carried them in my hand when I trekked back. I ruined a brand new pair of stockings, but the comfort was worth it. My favorite heels nowadays are kitten heels, and yes, I also have peep toes :D. Comfort is the key for me now.
ReplyDeleteIsn't amazing how good heels make you feel. How much more like a woman you appear! I will just have to find the 'kitten heel' alternative. It's got to be there. And yes, in the past few years, I have worn a pair of heels to an event while secretly tucking a pair of flats in my purse or car! I have learned that comfort trumps style these days! Ain't nothin' worse that hurtin' feet! Happy Holidays, Handylady!
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