I Love Shoes, But...I really love a good pair of shoes. Especially a good pair of comfortable shoes. Today I went to work in a beautiful pair of boots. I love boots. I loved these boots the moment I saw them in the shop window. So, against my better judgement, and trespassing all my own rules about shoes, I bought them then and there.
I broke several of my own laws in getting them. Rule number one: never buy clothes or shoes on the spot. Go home and ponder, make sure you have something it will go with in your wardrobe, come back and fit. Rule number two: NO HIGH HEELS! I don't know who was the first dooffuss to think about high heel shoes, but I bet you its not a woman. No woman I know would even consider such an atrocity, or torture thousands of woman still to come with something like a high heeled shoe. Rule number three: never pay more then the limited amount for any item.
So, now I own a pair of boots which I got on the spot, it cost trice what my limit for shoes allows, and it has HIGH HEELS. I am not good with high heels. I have three pair of high heels in my closet which I look at often, but never wear. There were a time when I wore high heels all day and night. I even carried two kids simultaneously wearing high heels and kept the sway in my hips. But after a certain age it just no longer seemed so important to have that swagger in my step, and the comfies became my friends.
Today I swayed around the office, enjoying all the compliments on my shoes, and feeling very chuffed with myself. That is until the business owner decided to appear on the scene. Now, our business owner cannot do anything himself. He needs someone at his beck and call every moment of the day. At home it is his wife, at work it is me. He was only there for an hour before i started regretting the shoes. Two hours into the ordeal I was wishing I could sit for about ten minutes to rest. Three hours into the horror, I was in serious trouble and thinking about taking the shoes off and going around in my socks. By the time he left, I was totally dead set against the shoes as well as dreaming about how I could toss them out of the car window on the way home.
As I stumbled out to the car, barely able to stay upright, one of my coworkers whistled out of the office window. "Looking good, Grieta!"
I forgave the shoes. I think we can grow on each other.