October 12, 2011

In Her Shoes

Sometimes people ask me why, since I'm already taller than my husband, do I wear heels? The short answer is: I like heels.

The long answer looks more like this: I like heels. Nick knew this when we met. In fact, I was wearing 3 inch heels when I picked him up in bar on a warm Saturday night in March of 2005. At the time, he didn't seem to have a problem with it. To this day, he's never voiced concern over my love affair with heels. If he did, I'd tell him to kick rocks. I know that sounds mean, but I've always said to myself that I will never give up who I am for someone. I am heels and heels are me. So, you see, we cannot part.


I have a deep, undying love for heels. Not everyone knows this about me since I hoard them, but rarely ever wear them. By rarely ever I mean that I generally don't wear heels to work; I hate wearing things I like to work. It makes no sense, really, since I spend most of my waking hours there. I attribute this weird behavior to being my father's daughter. We once gave him a hammock for Father's Day, and it's still in the box three years later. He doesn't want the dogs to pee on it. I'm pretty sure he has other gifts stored away in his closet for safe keeping, too.

Before I met Nick I didn't own any flats. None. Nada. Okay, I did own flat flip flops and tennis shoes, but they don't really count. I was never attracted to flats, and I certainly would never, ever consider wearing flats out to a bar. I was a snob like that. Since I met Nick, though, I've purchased many a pair of flats. I can see the beauty in them now.


Left to right: ButterFrye; Missoni

Even so, there isn't a pair of flats out there that will ever make me feel like heels make me feel. Heels make me feel less frumpy and more self-assured. My light shines brighter when they're on my feet. They ease my worries. Incidentally, I find that I'm buying more heels with this whole infertility thing. I say to myself: I started my period? I might as well buy a new pair of heels. If I can't be holding a sweet little baby in my arms, a red soled Louboutin is a nice consolation prize.

2 comments:

  1. You should wear them Sara:) Wear them while you can and have fun:):):)

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  2. I know I should and I'm starting to get better about it. I don't own any of these shoes, by the way. I don't know why I felt like I needed to say that :)

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