heels

One of my clearest memories of childhood is sitting on the floor of my mom's closet and staring at her shoes.  She had high heels in so many colors and styles I would sometime spend 30 minutes trying to decide which ones I wanted to sneak into my room with.  I would put them on and prance around in them trying my damnedest to break and ankle.

My favorites were a pair of brown punched leather peep toes.  The heels on them seemed impossibly high, I thought they made me as tall as a teenager.  I shuffled around her closet in them, down the hall, into my room, and there I would dance as best I could while keeping my feet firmly in one place.

Before long though my mom started phasing out her high heels.  They were replaced by kitten heels and flats and then eventually sandals, loafers and sneakers...

In my teens I always wondered why all those wonderful shoes went the way of the dinos...  last week I looked in my closet though and realized how few of my high heels I wear these days...

Let's just say my child won't have to wait til her teens to wonder why mommy isn't wearing stilettos...