I love shoes! The
more feminine the better. I am actually proud of the number of shoes in
my closet - many. Although age has stated to limit the height
of the heel, I still can walk and move very comfortably in 3” heels. My mother would be proud – I think? Because my love for shoes did not just come
from within me.
My mother had beautiful shoes. In our small town, there was not an abundance
of shops and we did not have a shopping center/mall. However, there was a shoe store
downtown and my mother's best friend was the owner.
No trip to town went without a stop at the “Shoe Store”. I can still remember the wonderful smell of
the high-end leather. The shoes were not
kept in the back room, but the walls were lined floor-to-ceiling with shoe boxes. I
would watch as my mother tried on the delightful creations and occasionally would
buy a pair.
I recently purchased a delightful children’s book entitled “Birdie's Big-Girl Shoes” written and illustrated
by Sujean Rim.
It is adorable. Amazon described
it this way.
“Birdie can't wait to be just like her mom. She loves wearing jewelry, spritzing perfume bottles, and dressing up in front of the mirror. But more than anything, Birdie fantasizes about her mother's fancy high-heels. She can't wait to try them on and do all the things she likes to do wearing beautiful "big-girl shoes." “Little girls will love walking with Birdie as she spends a day in her mother's shoes, but in the end they may find that, like Birdie, they like their "barefoot shoes" best of all.”
Someone asked once – "And where did you learn to walk so
well in heels? " I just smiled and knew
my mother would be proud.
So was I the only one that played with their mother’s shoes?
Cinderella got the prince and Dorothy was envied. Why? They had fabulous shoes.
So was I the only one that played with their mother’s shoes?
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