The Best Medicine – Shoes!

Okay, we all know (we women, that is!) that the best medicine for daily frustrations and/or ongoing drama in the family that is wearing us out is “SHOE SHOPPING!” There are many reasons for this. One can shoe shop without fear of “sizing up,” weight gain or complexion breakouts. Our feet are just that, “our feet” and the cut of the shoe or height of the heel isn’t our fault! There is no hiding in dressing rooms. There are no worries about shoes “making us look fat.” In fact, if you have just had a pedicure you can show it off in between try-ons! And, the women sitting around you will go green with envy, since they are overdue for such pampering.

I know women who go out and try on shoes for all these reasons. Whether or not they buy the shoes is immaterial. It doesn’t seem to matter if one is trying on “tennies”, or “dressy flats” or “spiked heels.” New shoes are a mood elevator like no other. I’ve gone shopping with friends who get depressed if they can’t fit into a six-inch bangle bracelet! The only thing one can do in this instance is say “hey, there’s the shoe department!”

For me this all began with my chubby childhood. My only salvation was new saddle shoes or clogs. Even Mary Janes were a great panacea. Now, who do we blame for this? Well, I’m willing to take it back to Dorothy and the trip to downtown OZ. Not only did those ruby slippers perk up her gingham pinafore, but all hell broke loose when she clicked those sparkly red heels together!

So, this brings me to my version of those magic heels. Hubby and I were in the Goodwill store on 10th and Taylor one evening. If you haven’t been – go – now. I was ready to leave with just a vintage Kate Spade bag, when I saw them! A gorgeous pair of sparkly spike heeled pumps. A sales person came over when she saw me staring and drooling. “Aren’t those something?” she said. “Uh-huh,” I managed. “What size are they,” I stammered. “Size eight,” she said. The magic number. “Those must be six-inch heels,” I put forth.

As I stood there, she unlocked the case and placed the shoes in my hands. Made to look as if they were covered with black and white diamonds they were in pristine condition. I saw that the price was $20. I bought them without so much as a toe going into them. Several days later I tried them on and attempted to walk down our hall way. Hanging on to the walls, I can now almost do it. It’s taken several months. I will practice more and it’s going to be a challenge. But, hey – look at the trouble Dorothy had! She even had to drop a house on the original owner!

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