Today began with sunshine, and I am going to emulate nature. I have a date with a grocery store, then lunch with a friend. I have the sun in the morning and the moon at night (Annie Get Your Gun). I am wearing a shirt I love and my new sandals I ordered online. The other day my older daughter commented on my love of shoes. I told her I came by it naturally. My mother loved shoes, and I remember trips to the big city (not that big city) with her and my best friend and her mom. My mom had narrow feet (AAA) and my friend's mom was built like a hen but with the tiniest, daintiest ankles that she was so proud of. We'd watch them try on every shoe in the store, and admire their legs. We wanted to wear pointy heels and have matching handbags and go out for cocktails.
So shoe shopping is a badge of being a grownup and also associated for me with pleasure, luxury, and hot fudge sundaes. Yes, after the shopping, came the sundaes, our reward for being drug along and only getting saddle shoes for school. I don't like utilitarian shoes to this day, I like red shoes, and sandals with a lot of straps and my new shoes that are a soft aqua and remind me of cool water. I don't wear heels, but I like a shoe with pizazz. Call me frivolous, call me foolish, but compliment me on my shoes. That's where all the effort of my appearance is concentrated.
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