All About the Shoes!

Yesterday’s weather was awful. Rainy. Damp. Sleet. Ice. Ugh. It was one of those stay-indoors-in-your-pj’s kind of day.  Feeling the need to be productive, or rather, at the suggestion of my Frenchman’s (my better half) need for me to be productive–I decided to saunter into my closet to organize my shoes! I got as far as the heels and the boots. The flats and sandals will be dealt with at another time.  Doing this gave me “foot” for thought. (Yes. Pun IS intended)

I love my shoes. I love the way my pointy-toed heels make my feet appear so nice and lean and feminine! Trust me–the only part of my body that is lean are my narrow feet; so when I’m having one of those days where I’m feeling a bit wide in the torso, or hips, or rear–I can always look down at my feet, dressed in their glorious pointy-toed, toe-cleavage bearing heels and know that at least one part of me is hotter than a honeymoon hotel! Seriously–I have to work the top half of my cleavage with industrial-strength push-up bras, but I know that my toe-cleavage needs no assistance as long as the vamp of the shoes are low cut, I’m in cleavage heaven!

Shoes also help my memory–and at this stage in life, we need to practice our memorization skills!  There are days when I can’t find a bill that I need to pay (selective losing?) and there are times that I have to call my cell phone from my house phone because my cell is somewhere in the bowels of a purse that I threw somewhere in the house or left in the car.  But you know what?   I can remember where I bought my first pair of Bass Weejuns–at H.A. Kalt in Bay Shore, NY.  My black pointy-squared suede kitten heels with the thin bow were purchased at Heyraud’s 6 years ago during the Winter sales in Paris, and my metallic pumps by Ivanka Trump were a steal at Nordstrom Rack.  The red Vince Camuto’s were a great buy at Macy’s–60% off but my black Dulci’s from J. Crew were full-price!  My memory serves me right when it comes to my shoe purchases.

I swear when I am an old, old lady, walking around town with one of those metal canes in hand,  I’ll be hunched over because of osteoporosis, and I’ll have about ten hairs on my head due to thinning hair and I’ll be lookin’ like Bette Davis as Baby Jane because my hands will be so shaky that my lipstick will be applied above my mouth as well as on it; and I’ll have whiskers on my chin, but my feet will still be awesome because I’ll be inching my way around  in killer heels!

Heels One XOXOXOXO!

About Catherine

Far from perfect, but enjoying life as a non-perfect and flawed individual at 60 years young. I'm still wondering what I'll be when I grow up! The characters in my life's screenplay include my better half. He is a refined Frenchman who grew up in Paris and summered in St. Tropez. I grew up in Long Island and summered in Long Island. I am not refined. My three grown children are also a big part of my life. For their sake, they happily live where their careers have taken them! But I can still mother them from a distance! I write about the mundane. I write about deeply shallow issues. But whatever I write or muse about--it'll always be a bit on the humorous and positive side! It's all good!
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